Thursday, 05 August 2021
She stumbled in through the low door. The smell of woodsmoke was delicious but she was hardly able to walk across the room to the cracking fire. She was so cold and exhausted. She was so wet that she didn’t want to sit. Soon though the fire was making her trousers steam.
‘Take this,’ he said and thrust a cup of something hot into her quivering hands. As she wrapped her fingers around the mug, warmth flowed into her hands and thence into her body. She raised the cup, inhaled the wonderful vapours and felt the warmth of the steam caress her face. Drinking was the best sensation ever. The snow in her hair began to melt and icy water dripped into her tea and dribbled down her neck.
He pulled up a rough wooden stool so she could sit close to the fire.
‘Couldn’t be better! Quite a day, eh?’
Posted: 05/08/2021 10:51:58
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