The pieces of coal and twiggy branches Fenton found scattered on the ground confused him, but there was more snow in the air and a fire would be welcome. Winter was a hard time to be homeless. He used his last match to get the blaze going, then huddled on the hard ground.
He awoke in darkness to find new-fallen snow covering him. His fire had smouldered out. Shapes stood around him: hulking snow shapes that shuffled closer to surround him. Suffocate him.
He felt their cold, blind anger. Too late, he understood what the coal and branches had been.
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Merry Christmas all! As the man said, let's hope it's a good one, without any fear.