Illustrated by Aditya Patil and written by Ainslie To
She reached into her pocket for a light, not to smoke or encourage a smouldering fire; she merely wanted to watch the flame flicker, to remember the warmth that was now so hard to come by.
But she had to be careful, a little too close and her layers of insulation would become a fiery death sentence.
She was thankful though, for the people who left their newspapers with the crossword untouched. She didn’t bother with any other part; their greatest use was filling the gaps between her clothes – sheltering her from the cold realities of life on the streets.