Write about: the shiver.
Sun came out for a little bit this afternoon. That was nice.
I shall remember that fondly in the rainy days to come...
We both saw her shiver. She muttered something about the cold and pulled her jacket tighter around her shoulders. I turned away to hide my smile and let her pretend that the temperature was the cause, not fear.
I got it, though. The way the darkness was gathering around us, almost like a suffocating embrace. The way the deepest shadows seemed to have more weight and more... substance. I got it.
I didn't feel it myself, but I could see why she did.
"How much farther?" she asked a minute or two later.
"Not very," I said, keeping my tone casual. "You doing okay?"
"Yeah. My feet are just getting a little sore, that's all."
Sure they were. Nothing to do with not wanting to complete the journey. Only her poor footsies causing her concern.
"Want a piggyback ride?" I offered with a grin I didn't bother to conceal.
"Go to hell, Harry."
Oh, darling. That's exactly where we're going...