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.