1543. Southern winter solstice

Jakob was cold. It had been a frigid winter. Jakob didn’t have much money and was out of firewood. The fireplace lay dead. The freezing outside wind seeped through the cracks in his window frames. He had covered the cracks with tape, but the wind still found a way. He was wrapped in clothes and blankets. He simply could not get warm.

Jakob had stayed up all night. Not even the bed had warmed. Jakob turned on his oven to high and opened the oven door. At least the oven heat should warm things a little. And it did. At least it did until the electric bill arrived and he couldn’t pay it. Then the electric company turned the power off.

It had been a freezing night. Utterly freezing. Jakob knew he would die. He sat in a chair and waited.

The new day dawned sunny and warm.

15 thoughts on “1543. Southern winter solstice

  1. arlingwoman

    Well, I hope he got out into the sun and warmed up. Sam McGee! I haven’t thought about Robert Service for years. There are other poems and some you might like.

    Reply
    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      I’ve had a quick read of half a dozen or so of Service’s poems. I think they might be written at a time the style of which I don’t find particularly appealing. No doubt he and his contemporaries will come back into vogue!

      Reply

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