ANCIENT -- CT2020 ...Non-writer

Kalv pushed towards dry frozen tree seeking shelter from the cold. Wind blew icingly, squeezing the skin of his cheeks. With each breath, cold took over his body.

Under the tree, he sat on his backpack. He made campfire of the dry twigs and branches around him. He pulled his sealskin jacket over his head like a tent. Slowly, the air inside the jacket warmed up and he relaxed.

'It's time' he heard

Kalv knew it was too soon and he could not make it.
'Tomorrow' he replied to the voice which only Kalv heard, him and no one else.