Winter Rescue
This was a mistake. He’d known that when he’d left this morning. He’d gone anyway. He’d promised his friends he’d show up. They hadn’t, but that wasn’t his problem. Another blast of icy wind wound its way down his back. Maybe it was his problem.
The north wind grew colder and his hands froze. Jesse dropped his sled. It was too cold to drag the sled back home. He’d get the sled later, when the wind wasn’t threatening to steal his breath. It wasn’t worth losing a finger over. With this in mind, he tucked his hands inside his pockets.
Jesse kept walking. He had to get home. As the wind threatened to tear his scarf from his face, he decided that his friends were the smart ones. They had surely stayed home in their warm beds. He’d been the one to brave the cold. But they could have at least called to tell him they weren’t coming.
It was too cold to go sledding. He knew that. He’d known that before he’d snuck out of the house. It was why he’d snuck out of the house. But he’d done it anyway. What was he trying to prove? That he was an idiot? It was forty below!
The wind howled again and Jesse was driven back. Frostbite was setting in. His feet hurt too much to take another step. With a sigh, he collapsed in the snow and waited. For what, he wasn’t quite sure.
A bright light startled him and Jesse looked around. A truck. A man climbing out of the truck. Beckett? Their neighbor jumped out of his truck and ran to the boy’s side.
“Jesse!” Wrapping his arms around the kid, Beckett lifted him into his truck. “Are you okay?”
Jesse nodded. “How…”
“Your mother called me. Her car wouldn’t start.” Beckett pulled Jesse’s gloves off and held the small hands before the heater.
“Is Mom mad?” His voice was small.
“Darned straight. And she’s not the only one.” Beckett sighed and put the truck in gear. “But let’s just get you home.”
Jesse nodded and closed his eyes, not caring that he was probably grounded for life.
