He had gone looking for some food to feed his children who had eaten nothing since yesterday after the snowstorm suddenly struck. He returned, dejected, late at night with empty hands, unable to face his family who were waiting outside in the snow as their tiny makeshift house had been blown away. He was aghast seeing his wife, frozen to death, her lifeless body shielding the shivering kids from bitter cold. Without a moment's hesitation, he wrapped his arms around his kids, his back exposed to the biting cold, desperately trying to cover the children with his partly opened torn shirt. All of them were numb with cold, fear, hunger and a cruel death that had just struck them a mighty blow. Their stiff bodies holding onto each other were found after three days. Death had succeeded in bringing them outa the clutches of hunger n poverty. They were life's unfortunate children but death's fortunate ones.. Hello Resties! ❤ Here's today's picture for your creative strokes to form a short story! ~ IMPORTANT TO NOTE: -You can write the story both in caption or picture. -You must use 2 mandatory hashtags. - Use #rzstowrimo for us to dicover your stories.
