A hand out

Snow flakes freckle face, cold air washing precipitation into a melting frigid weather sweat. The road is firm under feet plucking away. An abrupt turn is taken so hand reaches towards Jen pulling her the way in a clutched second then released. Surprise turn is met with silence; no words are spoken as the weather spits away, just Jens hand laughingly using its fingers and thumb in a 'shadow puppet motion' to say, “Come back”. So hand reaches out again, to hold for longer this time, and a few giddy smiling strides are taken.