I search for game, for evidence of life outside our walls. Tracks of familiar paws and hooves are few, mostly old. We are not the only ones eating poorly, it seems.
Winter lingers. Snow falls, pauses long enough for us to hope, falls again. My father read the sky to be sure of the month. Flowers should be blooming by now, streams long since melted.
My boot-tracks invade the pristine white river bank. The water mocks me. Too cold to risk boating, too warm to ice over. I imagine Esqar’s family, hibernating in their wooden cave the same way we’re blanketed up in ours. The path I’ve taken so easily, so often, is now too treacherous to risk. I worry for his grandmother, his youngest siblings. Some are lost even in short winters.
But mostly I think of Esqar—his shy eyes, his warm hands—and I pray for spring.
Word count: 150. Written for this week’s What Pegman Saw challenge. Thanks to Josh and Karen for hosting this great writing prompt! This week Pegman takes us to Polanczyk Poland, which is quite scenic (and where visitors have posted many shots of lodging rooms, interestingly enough). Click on the link above to see the images other writers found, and read the micro-stories those images inspired. And feel free to join in, everyone’s welcome!
Speaking of extended hibernation, I hope that all of you are doing well in your various stages of social distancing lock-down, and are staying safe and healthy. I am working at home, subject to just as many deadlines and meetings as before, only now through Zoom. The best part is that I’m curled up with my cat pretty much all day, every day. Nyx is very much in favor of this new reality, and I’m sure she’ll be devastated whenever I have to start going back into the office to work.