Today’s prompt: Outside the cabin, the wind howled
“I’m cold,” Ma said. “Fetch some wood, Billy. Keep the fire goin’. I can’t get up.”
“Yes’m.” Eight year-old Billy had done his chores, watched his little sister, and worried about Ma all day. The baby was coming and Pa had gone to fetch the doctor.
Billy buttoned his jacket before opening the door. Outside the cabin, the wind howled through the trees, and the gray sky threatened snow. He loaded his arms with firewood and brought it into the house.
“Wind’s blowin’ up a storm,” he said.
She moaned. “Pray the wind blows your Pa home soon.”
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