The
icy wind, sharp as shards of glass, cut through his frayed blanket. He was no
stranger to winter on the streets. He remembered at least 10 of the 14 years of
his young life but it had never been this bad. He closed his eyes praying for
sleep.
icy wind, sharp as shards of glass, cut through his frayed blanket. He was no
stranger to winter on the streets. He remembered at least 10 of the 14 years of
his young life but it had never been this bad. He closed his eyes praying for
sleep.
Suddenly
… something warm against his back. He sat up abruptly, warily. Two large eyes
looked back at him, desperate, beseeching.
… something warm against his back. He sat up abruptly, warily. Two large eyes
looked back at him, desperate, beseeching.
Strangers
in the night … they stared at each other.
in the night … they stared at each other.
Slowly,
he extended his blanket.
he extended his blanket.
And
then they slept ..
then they slept ..
curled
up together,
up together,
giving
and receiving warmth.
and receiving warmth.
Strangers
no longer.
no longer.
Boy and dog.
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Linking to Write Tribe’s 100 words on Saturday introduced in February 2013 on Everyday Gyaan.
This week’s prompt ‘Strangers in the night’ was given by the lovely Suzy Que.