Xandria Penney

The Little Black Book

The cold air frosted the tips of my beard and turned my nose scarlet. I bundled up in layers of raggedy clothes but it still wasn't enough, the small holes gained entry for frost that seemed to lead up my spine . Shivering violently and I could smell my hair as I scooted closer to the fire. Another man came around the fire and sat by me , he handed me a warm cup . At first I didn't take it nor even look at it , but he shoved it into my hand to as if to where if I didn't take it would had spilled. It smelled of cheese and broccoli and I could feel my stomach come to life.