A massive snowstorm raged; no power, no heat. The elderly couple cuddling under blankets; two hands clasped, two embracing, breathing each other’s breath.
Sometime later, two infants are placed in a warm crib. Two hands touch, clasp, two reach, embrace; they breathe each other’s breath. Two souls recognize.
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This is written for the following challenge prompt:
It was also written for my challenge: Write a Great Novel in 50 Words or Less. The title does not count against the word limit, but cannot be used to tell any of the story.