Nebulophilia Stories

"Come with me!” Not a request, nor a question. She was tugging at my arm as soon as I walked through the door. There was no, ‘Hello, how was your day,’ no, ‘What shall we have for dinner.’ I had half-guessed this would happen as I came through the valley. It had been a blistering hot day, following a week of rain. In other words, your typical British summer. The Sun had set and yet the temperature reading in my car was st...