The Winter's Tale.

[zoolane]

Winter’s Tale.

Cold air rush through the hole within the roof, slowly small flakes are fell upon their heads and fire nearly out. Strawberry blond hair is dull with grime as it swoosh over to corner like arrow soar to it target, thin arms searching of bit wood or paper just so fire can stay light. Two mops of streak blond hair shivers and hold on to each other try staying positive by songs Christmas carols. Hoping and prayer that their mother would return with her warm cuddles and kisses. That moment eldest put chair he just dismantle into fire, rumble noise came from youngest stomach, as turn to see who it was he catch glimpse of tear falling from her cheek to floor. He lower his head shame for letting them down and know situation in get worse by minute.

He gave the two sisters quick hug, made his way to the kitchen which had not been touch for days and frantic opened, closed doors finally find slices of stale bread. The only thing he could find to drink was apple cider but he decides just against drinking it and stays with the water. Spot a blanket sitting on the his mother chair which strain but it another thing to keep them warm. The white stuff settles on the table in middle of the room, it seems to get heavier and cold as night falls.

[MANICHAEAN]

Loved it. The really short story you are very good at & capture well the scene & the emotions.
Best wishes
M.

[zoolane]

Middle girl shake the youngest for her keep her eyes open, he races faster his stiffen, aching legs would let him. Gentle pour water into her mouth, she slightly open her eyes and see the stale bread, being rip apart and places it her mouth. Her little jaw aching from being so cold, she tries her best to chew and swallow it. The other children looking upon her, quick glance at each other with desperate look upon their faces.

Sometime later, smallest child falls sleep; they lay her upon dry bit of floor but not to closest to fire. He notices that some of her tiny fingers have change to the colour purple maybe even black. He place blanket over her so the other sister will not see because she already got tears running down her face. Short time later he woke up by his mother but realisation to come apparent when she hit him across the cheek, he jump out in shock. Only find it was his sister of two year young then him. Shaken him with scream of hysteria in her voice try explain but only thing she doing is point that lifeless young body near fire with blue lips. He drag himself to her find her neck for pulse but to no avail he couldn’t find one than he try arouse her by smack her face but nothing work.

He felt so angry that their mother for killed his youngest sister but also for condemn dying here to with no one for help. Month so two later, when winter had started fade, a police men broke in. He found two body of boy, a girl in the corner of sitting room with horror small, body with blond hair cover with blanket near fire still.
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[hillwalker]

This started off like a Dickensian story - the bleak midwinter and the poor mites waiting at home for their mother.
You do a marvellous job of portraying their situation - I was actually shivering inside as I read it.
Then we get the fast-forward leap to a couple of months later and the tragic conclusion. Zoolane strikes again.

H