Polar Vortex: A Dramatic Short Story

 I make my way across the frozen tundra clutching the chicken waterer to my chest. The hot water feels good on my hands as the air forms ice crystals on the bits of hair sticking out from my toque. 

I wrestle open the frozen lock to the run, carefully placing the waterer down (careful, don't spill it). Along with the feed I sprinkle sunflower seeds in the run to help keep them fed and warm.  I slide open the door to the coop and listen to grumbles inside 'who let the draft in?! Doesn't she know what time it is?'

Turning I make my way across the expanse towards the barn. The air feels like it's peeling the skin off my face. Maybe it is. I slide open the door and turn on the lights. I am greeted by two faces peering at me over the stall doors. 

Good morning! I say, trying for a cheery warmth that I am not really feeling. 

Carmen pins her ears. you're late. She stamps her hoof impatiently. 

Quaid looks at me out of mournful brown eyes. yeah, we almost died. 

Muttering I give them their feed and hay. I check on their water. I then turn out the lights and head back towards the house. As I pass the chickens are grumbling. 

This water is almost frozen. It's definitely cold. 

It's like she doesn't even care. 

Henry: don't worry my lovelies. Look I have found these lovely sunflower seeds just for you. 

Handsome Henry, our HERO!  they chant. 

I enter the house, peel off my layers and wrap my frozen fingers around a warm cup of coffee. 

Cordelia nudges me with her nose. Don't worry I love you. 

And you will feel much warmer when we're out on our walk later.....