The
interloper warmed his numb hands
before
the warm gleaming of the stove.
Snow
melting
pooling
on the concrete floor
smelling
of dust and pine.
The
first cruel pangs
of
sensation crept back
as
he slowly massaged his hands
repetitiously.
The
wind howled wickedly;
The
ancient oaks
thrashed
violently;
threateningly.
Night
fell with icy resolution.
Specters
encroached in the gloaming
of
the forest
stark
bereft
abandoned.
The
radiance wavered.
Elongated
shadows waltzed
upon
the floor
with
sly foreboding.
Again
the wind
whistled
through leaky seals.
The
chill bit
with
callous indifference.
A
somber acknowledgement grew
and
the light fled further.
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