Winter Sprite—Part III

The nurses were still talking about it, hours after Sid left Dr. Kerwin’s office. Yesterday’s tests could not find even a trace of the cancer that had ravaged him to a skeleton for the past several months.
     This would be a miracle Christmas. He rushed through the door, a scarf for his wife and a toy horse for Baby, both brown paper secrets nestled under his arm.
     In their indescribable joy they forgot about Baby. At last when they searched for their child they found only a trail of tiny footprints leading out back and disappearing into the silent snow.

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Image: Cold Shoulder by Shawn Jurek.