The slick bus doors hissed and swung open, compelling Martha to look up as a man she knew descended the stairs. Her breath caught and she froze, not knowing what to do as she felt his gaze fall upon her. Hesitantly, she brushed a few wet strands of auburn hair away from her face, sending drops of water sailing against the icy glass panels of the bus shelter. Each bead of water on the frost laden surface was a drumbeat warning her to turn away, but she stood cemented in place. Her heart began to race and she tried to speak but her lips wouldn’t budge as he slowly moved toward her. Martha soon found herself gently wrapped in John’s warm, gentle arms and tears began streaking down her face as the wind howled outside the dim confines of the only thing keeping her from the raging storm outside.
Moments: In the Cold
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