Friday, October 21, 2011

Winter Sprite—Part II

Weeks passed and nobody came for Baby. Sid smiled, hoping nobody would. “It’s like the child came out of thin air!” Jess agreed, secretly believing they’d been given a gift. Looking after Baby let her sometimes forget about Sid’s sickness. Baby never spoke, not even a whisper, but appeared quite content to be around them silently blending in with the rhythms of their day. Sid loved evenings with Baby settled on his boney lap. How after each coughing fit, those black eyes met his and tiny hands so warm they were almost electric would reach up to coddle his neck.

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Image: Cold Shoulder by Shawn Jurek.

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