Charlie knew that the snow was deep, when he had to walk back home from school along the top of the drystone walls. As he entered the house the coldness struck him, for some reason mother had not lit the kitchen fire. Even the kitchen window was frosted over. “mother”. I’m upstairs Charlie, please go to town and ask the doctor to call. As Charlie left he heard the cry of a new born baby. Running along the tops of the walls Charlie slipped. His body was found three hours later by a shepherd digging out his sheep.
Footnote: This second story came fast on the tails of my first story for this prompt, I think that I prefer this story. Mike