For Six Sentence Sunday a snippet from Through the Dark Clouds my contribution to the Dreamspinner Press 2011 Holiday Anthology. A story of love and hope on Christmas Eve 1940.

John shut the door and balanced his dinner on the mess of papers covering his desk knowing the food would be ice cold in minutes. He also knew he wouldn’t eat it. He dragged himself back to his bed and flicked on the small secondhand Bakelite radio that lived on his night stand. He watched it begin to glow. He carefully twisted the knobs, straining to hear voices woven into the static. If he was lucky and there was just the right kind of weather over the North Atlantic and not too much aurora activity, he could tune in the BBC.