Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – One Hundred and Thirty-Six

He found her hiding in the darkness all but frozen. Took her to his humpy and wrapped her in one of his precious survival blankets. In the morning she looked at him.

“Thanks. I think…”

He passed her a cracked mug of stew, with a heel of almost fresh bread.

She ate hungrily, before saluting him and leaving.

He thought no more about her. Survival took all his energy.

It was a few days later when she reappeared, dressed now in warm furs and bringing with her a bow-topped vardo and a sturdy horse.

“Thanks,” he said. “I think.”

©️jj 2019

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