Photo and Story
by Gretchen Fogelstrom
Sharply he turned and plopped the last ice-cold berry into her mouth. It felt brusque and she hadn’t been expecting it. She thought he would save them for a more desperate time.
But now they were gone. They had eaten all of them. There was nothing else.
Just as quickly, Jake rose and brushed his hands as if they were dusty. His nervous energy was keeping him warm. Justine felt a terror gripping her chest. She couldn’t move. She needed him. She looked down and saw that the blood had frozen into a kind of cast around her knee.
If the search crew didn’t find them soon, she wouldn’t make it. But as she thought this, her mind went somewhere, wandering. She couldn’t control it. It was as if it, she, were floating above her. She looked down and saw lots of frozen, little, red berries all around her leg. She couldn’t believe how sloppy Jake had been. She reached out and tried to grab them, harshly, but one at time. But her fingers kept missing them. Desperate, she began clawing at them and soon she was screaming.
Where was Jake, why wouldn’t he help her? She needed nourishment. She needed to survive. Where was he?
As Jake turned to see Justine grabbing at the bloody snow that lay around her, he heard the deep swoosh of their saviors’ wings.
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