A Very Short Story
The night was cold and the sky was clear. The stars were out and the moon was just coming up from behind the big hill near the edge of town. Icicles twinkled on eaves all across the hamlet as people all around began sitting down to a warm meal.
Except for the poorest of their neighbors. For them
, supper was little more than an icicle melted in a pot with a lingering carrot or turnip and maybe some cabbage thrown in.