Summer was good. Late spring, okay. So was early fall. But winter was dying time for the homeless.
Sammy followed the two boys through the snow and stopped on the sidewalk peeking around the corner and down the alley they’d entered. He watched as they stopped at an oddly shaped door, opened it and disappeared into the lighted interior.
He ran down the alley wanting to see. The door was closing but what he glimpsed caused his mouth to drop open.
He raced back to the shallow doorway where his little sister, Maddie, huddled.
Perhaps they wouldn’t die after all.