Winter Sprite—Part I

Sid was partial to standing out on the porch, breathing in the crisp November air. It soothed his cancer-ridden throat and he liked to make believe it was healing him in some way. That’s when he saw Baby, then just a tiny lump covered in a thin dusting of early snow. “Jess!” he called to his wife. She threw down the dishtowel and rushed to the back of the yard.
     Their’s was a small town and Gary the cop said that it would be fine if Baby stayed with them until they could figure out where the child came from.

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Image: Cold Shoulder by Shawn Jurek.