The challenge word this week is red. I wish you all, and of course the mighty
Kripke, for loaning us the boys to play with, a very Merry Christmas!
He's frozen.
So cold that his breath is a series of staccato gasps that plume frost from his blued lips.
His body trembles and I know that if I don't sit him down momentarily then his legs will simply give way.
I grab the blanket from the bed. It's threadbare but the old, red fleece will help warm him and I kneel, drawing the fluffy fabric carefully about him.
His stiff fingers pull the blanket close and a soft sigh of relief whispers gratefully toward me.
Smiling, he leans into my shoulder as I wrap my arms gently around him.
Happy New Year, I hope you enjoyed the drabble.