FIRE AND ICE 

By Tessa Harvey


    Terror shivered through Helga. She tried uselessly to reach for her ice-saw.
Suddenly she heard men calling, strong lights flashing bright, crouching night pushed back with its mates, fear and despair. Then she heard swift Laneke. The child cried in relief. She was the fastest skier in the village, fleet as a deer. A flurry of snow! Helga laughed. Laneke was the swiftest on skis, much to the chagrin of the  boys.
    The young woman slipped out of her skis and touched Helga's head softly, whispering words of love and comfort - words of healing.
    The men came, crowding around. "Please don't move me," whispered Helga.
    There was a shocked silence as the implications sank in, and then Kurt turned and called the emergency medivac helicopter. Soon its welcome lights and engine sound and rotor blades cutting the air thundered near, splitting the sky in noise and light.

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