They took their daughters to a glamping farm to escape the stresses of the city. There were chickens to feed, logs to chop and a fire to keep stoked. For a day it was fun to reconvene with nature and connect with what it meant to be wild.
But on that first night a blizzard hit and they woke up to a white world. The snow only made the blood easier to see…
Now the chickens have disappeared and there’s a dead little surprise down by the children’s playground. A warning that you can’t just wish all the bad stuff away…
“As events unfold, a knot appears in your stomach, twisting tighter and tighter until you reach the denouement.”
STARBURST MAGAZINE
“The Fox is taut, incisive, chilling and genuinely disturbing.”
GRAHAM JOYCE
“Subtle yet insidious, a foreboding permeates The Fox from its very opening line. Williams guides you into the jaws of nature with great cunning – only to abandon you there, bleeding and unable to return.”
JOSEPH D’LACEY
“Conrad Williams once again demonstrating his mastery of the short form in this whiteout of a story.”
BLACK STATIC
