Gleb looked at the creature on his finger for a long time, amazed and heartened by the warm glowing gold of its tiny body. He knew it didn’t belong down here in the icy depths, and as soon as he had finished looking he would help it back towards the sunlit lands he heard about in his dreams.
Gleb heard Winter stirring, and felt the icy blast of her breath. Smiling gently, he took the fire bee to a place from which it could fly home.
That golden warmth would be something to think about in the cold of everlasting night.
Jane Jago’s Drabbles – Four Hundred and Ten
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