Old people die in the winter months, even when they have heat and light and food.
Sometimes the horror isn't in the big things. It's in the little things. In the tiny little parts of small lives, that can keep you alive. Sometimes, horror is losing your library card.
This is the first have of this story. As I'm very fond of it, I'll give you the second half, next Sunday.
SNIP - content removed - second half of the story, here.