Don't mention the Light - I did once but I think I got away with it.

 

 

 

It was almost dawn when they came, hoof beats loud in the quiet of the night.

 

Thunderous knocking on the door roused him from restless sleep. Fumbling in the dark he struck a match and held it to the lamp's wick, the glow of the flame illuminating the scene as he dressed hastily and descended the stairs.

"It's your son." A voice cried as the door was opened. "The Doc's with him but it looks bad."

The lamp was forgotten as he rushed from the house, it's flame still burning brightly as outside the sun rose and pushed aside the night.