There was an old lady who lived on her own in a very foggy part of Dart moor. She had lived alone for fifteen years, ever since her husband had died in a mysterious car accident. However, the car accident is not my present purpose on which to dwell. You see, this old lady had a passion for jigsaw puzzles, it probably came with the stigma of being alone for she had no family or friends and lived in a very secluded spot. Every night she would sit at her dining room table and work on her current jigsaw puzzle until it was finished, then she would start a new one. However, there came a night, a rugged, windy, stormy winter night when she ran out of jigsaw puzzles. … Read entire article »