Ellen has a fever


It was the coldest night of winter,

snow on the footpaths and icicles

hanging from the window ledges.

Every window open to biting frost as Ellen had a fever

Cradled in the crook of my arm her chubby hot hand curled around my fingers.


Alison Jean Hankinson

For Quadrille#23 Curl at d’Verse.


Author: alisonhankinson

Walking tall whenever I can.

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