Competition Twenty-Five Shortlisted: Life Had Been Grinding Along For An Ice-Age When One Night…
Claire couldn’t move. Not a blink, twitch or tic. Sam shifted into wakefulness, rolling over in bed. ‘What are you staring at? Claire, honey?’ He pushed her shoulder. Frozen solid. At the hospital, the doctor set up heat lamps. ‘She’ll defrost. Nothing to worry about.’ Sam whispered in Claire’s rimy ear that