She turns off the small electric heater, even though it’s below zero outside, and not much warmer inside. Pulling her wool hat over her ears, she climbs into bed and drags the quilt and blankets to her chin. It’s pension day tomorrow. A good day. Shivering, she closes her eyes.
A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “below zero”
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