Short Story Preview: A Flower for my Love
Who can that be at this hour?’ Madge stopped knitting in alarm.
‘I’ll go,’ said George.
Madge felt the cold air on her ankles, then heard his exclamation.
‘It’s our Judith, Madge! Come in child! You look half dead!’
Judy dropped two cases and thrust her hands into her armpits.
‘Spect you could do with a hot cocoa,’ offered her father, glancing outside. ‘That snow’s coming in tons!’
While Judy warmed herself in front of the fire, nobody spoke, each reluctant to broach the subject.
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