The icy wind, sharp as shards of glass, cut through his frayed blanket. He was no stranger to winter on the streets. He remembered at least 10 of the 14 years of his young life but it had never been this bad. He closed his eyes praying for sleep.
Suddenly … something warm against his back. He sat up abruptly, warily. Two large eyes looked back at him, desperate, beseeching.
Strangers in the night ... they stared at each other.
Slowly, he extended his blanket.
And then they slept ..
curled up together,
giving and receiving warmth.
Strangers no longer.
Boy and dog.