Cold...
Whoever said that the embrace of Mother Earth was warm and comforting was lying. It was comforting, but not anywhere warm. He was so cold, though not to the freezing point. Not yet.
What had gone wrong? The weather broadcast did not forecast the snow that stormed his camp. His last holiday, a camping trip in the forest, away from the turmoil of the city, was getting a turn for the worse.
He had remembered the cave, playground of his younger days. He was safe there, out from the cold and with some reserves... And a furry neighbour asleep.
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Written for drabble challenge about survival to a natural disaster that wiped from the Earth surface mankind... or most of it...
100 words exactly excluding this note.
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Short StoryThe temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers. --Matsuo Basho - - - Series of short stories for various competitions and ideas that needed to be written...
