Write-In 2019: 'Ice' by Stella Turner

Frost hanging off long eye lashes. Scarf wrapped around frozen ears dulling the sound of the whipping wind, nose running, rivulets washing over her cheeks leaving white marks, brain going into meltdown. The little jacket pulled tightly around thin bones. Feet burning inside torn flimsy shoes: painful chilblains starting to form. Too cold to look left or right, just keep going straight. Watching her walk, the swing of her narrow hips, heart beating he licked his lips tasting salt, she saw no-one, didn’t feel his touch on her shoulder or the grip on her neck promising eternal life. Frost hanging off long eye lashes.