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.”
Let’s see what the others wrote:
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