“Come, child. Your hands are freezing!”
I pulled her close beneath our blanket.
The rain hammered down.
She shook, fever-struck.
I gave her a memory, of summer, of sunlight.
She wouldn’t see another.
Written for Trifecta’s 33 word summer challenge.
It’s winter here, so all my summers seem like memories, unattainable.
Comments and criticism always welcome!