This week's challenge word is Drift (drifting here). I've been away a few weeks so it's nice to be back. Thanks Kripke for our lovely boys.
"Ha! P...Porcupine..." His laugh was weak, his voice hoarse from shouting. Delirium clung to his seemingly random comment.
It had taken all his strength just to push himself over onto his back and the pain it had awakened was nearly unbearable but at least this way he could follow the clouds as they tracked across the pale, winter moon.
He remembered showing his brother imaginary shapes in the drifting billows as they had huddled in the cold waiting for their father to return.
Now he just hoped he would last long enough for his brother to come save him.
Hope you like it, lemme know if you have time.