For Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt. No matter what kind of photo Sue chooses, the story always seems to come out sinister. I’m beginning to wonder if there’s something I ought to be worrying about.

Moths beat against the clear panes, and the light that streamed into the garden through the coloured glass was a rainbow of hues. Such beauty, like gemstones, and so warm. In the bitter depths of winter, the coloured light was a memory of the heat of the sun, so bright and cheerful it drew the cold and the lonely from miles around. While moths fluttered against the glass, children crept out of the bushes and held out their hands to catch the light. They stood in their thin, raggedy clothes and seemed to be able to forget the cold. Their pinched faces lit up and their eyes widened in wonder.

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