The air around the wriggling bundle was colder than any winter morning she'd ever felt before. It almost felt like she was becoming colder just by being close to it. Whatever it was, it was heavily obscured by several filthy blankets tied together with something that might have been patterned ribbon once upon a time but was now covered in something brown and slimy.
She really didn't want to get any closer than her current position, crouched in her open doorway mere inches from the bundle that was starting to rock itself. She reckoned that if it built up enough momentum it would tip itself over and they'd come face-to-face. The idea was not appealing.
As it lay there, swaying from side to side she started to back away slowly. Without so much as a joint creaking she started to stand up, her gaze naturally scanning the path in front of her house where her eyes met with what she could only describe as mother to the bundle on her doorstep.
Mother moved faster than she could react.
She really didn't want to get any closer than her current position, crouched in her open doorway mere inches from the bundle that was starting to rock itself. She reckoned that if it built up enough momentum it would tip itself over and they'd come face-to-face. The idea was not appealing.
As it lay there, swaying from side to side she started to back away slowly. Without so much as a joint creaking she started to stand up, her gaze naturally scanning the path in front of her house where her eyes met with what she could only describe as mother to the bundle on her doorstep.
Mother moved faster than she could react.
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