I'll update Superstition eventually. I swear it!
Prompt: #70 - Storm
Word Count: 152
Rating: PG
He watched detachedly as the rain turned to snow, and the snow turned to hail, and the hail turned into a whirling vortex of ice and wind that stung his face and stole the breath from his chest. He was down to the most basic of survival skills now, the flames before him birthed from dampened wood and willpower. The howling wind and frosty air made it impossible to sleep, and so there he sat — cold, hungry, and alone — waiting for the storm to pass.
It must have been hours before she stumbled in, weary and frozen to the bone.
"No vacancy," he said simply, waiting for her to turn back around and leave but not really expecting her to. Sure enough, she sat down on the other side of the fire and held her hands towards the fire, smiling weakly in comfort as they thawed.
Sometimes he hated always being right.
END.