From Boo Radley's perspective, about the fire at Miss Maudie's and putting the blanket on Scout's shoulders.
~ihearthp96
The children, silhouetted against a house on fire. Ms Maudie's house, ablaze. The children's breath on the frosty air. My windows, covered in ice. Atticus Finch sends the children to stand in front of our place. They shiver in the winter air as the snow falls around them. The girl huddles close to her brother. They watch as the Atkinson house is demolished by the flames. The girl hides her face in her brother's jacket. He comforts her. They watch the rage together.
The girl shivers again. She pulls her thin nightgown tighter around her. Her face is lit up by the blaze. Her frozen breath hangs on the air. At once, I rise fluidly. I grab my mother's hand-knit blanket and walk silently from the house. Silently coming up behind them, I slip the blanket around the girl's shoulders. This is the closest I've been to them all my life. Nobody notices me—everyone is watching the flames. My ice cold white hands let go of the blanket as the girl shivers again. A flake of snow falls into her mousy hair. Without sound, I turn and walk back into my house. As I watch again from the window, she pulls the blanket around her freezing body as if it was there all along.