My shoulders droop as I contemplate my predicament. The wind outside howls harshly, shaking the creaky one-room shack that is my refuge from the storm. Now that the sun has set, the temperature has dropped sharply. The deathly chill seeps into every part of me. I see the snow piling against the cracked panes of the windows.
I look over at my sole companion in the shelter.
He smiles at me, his fangs growing in anticipation.
He stands slowly and stretches, then looks back over at me.
I have to get out of here.
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Whispers and Echoes - Issue 1
RandomWhispers and Echoes is an online journal of short writing and poetry, featuring the work of five talented writers. Issue 1 - Spring 2017
