the forgotten son
The sun is low on the horizon on your return trek in High Country Victoria. As the cold start to bite you notice a faint smell of wood fire lingering in the air and a flickering flame can be seen between the haze in the distance.
Seeking shelter you make way towards the light where you come upon an old wooden, rusty, tin house. The sounds of a sobbing child emanate from within. In sensing its distress and unable to leave the child you look for a way in..