Layers on a Cold Night

The lights flickered and then cut out; the humming heater gurgled to a halt; only the laptop’s backlit screen highlighted the edges of the dark room.

Henry fondled his way to the closet and grabbed blankets for his three kids – Marianne, Toby, and little Henry. Pawing his way from room to room, he covered each of them with an extra layer of warmth and kissed their foreheads.

He settled back down at the computer and scrolled through the classifieds -experienced at something; experienced for nothing.

Later that night, he laid his shivering children in his own bed, the bed that betrayed and abandoned him just a few years ago. It will protect them now.

He sat on the bed’s edge and watched them breathe. He watched his own breath billow from his mouth, as the unforgiving winter wind forced its way into his home and attacked his family.

Tomorrow will be warmer, he thought. Surely it will be warmer than this.

– originally posted to fictionaut.com March 2010

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About mattdevir

I live with my wife – and inspiration – in Point Pleasant, New Jersey. I have written and produced television shows for The Discovery Channel, TLC, HGTV, and Baby First Television. In addition to reading my work here, you can also find it on Fictionaut.com, Istanbul Literary Review, and Pure Slush. I have many nicknames – Benny, Baber, and Beaver being the most popular. Every now and then someone calls me Faber. Feel free to use any of those. I understand my last name is a bit tough.
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