Shaking Hands
The cold air bit at his cheeks as he sprinted across the yard. The sheep’s cries echoed behind him, filling the night. His hand shook as he fumbled with the shed latch, throwing the door wide.
A wave of heat hit him, smothering and heavy. His eyes shot instantly to the corner where the eggs lay. His breath caught. The moment had arrived.
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