Photo Story: Devil’s Breath

Photo of a melting ice cube.Some days there wasn’t enough starch in the world. Jessie’s shirtwaist wilted against her body. In the street the ice wagon raised baked-dust clouds. Only Mr. Willis looked fresh and cool, as if carrying that ice around kept him safe in some frosted land.

“It’s a scorcher!”

“My mother called days like this the devil’s breath.”

“I’ll bet she was fair like you. Skin ice wouldn’t melt on.”

Mr. Willis chipped off a perfect, blue-tinged ice cube for her. Jessie held it to her throat as he watched, felt the cool drops running down her chest, proving that iceman wrong.

When Kathryn Kulpa was very young, people were always telling her, “Get your nose out of that book and go play outside!” But she didn’t.

Photo Credit: Daniel Frančišković

5 Responses to “Photo Story: Devil’s Breath”

  1. Jayne Martin says:

    I’m actually old enough to remember an ice man. Terrific ending!

  2. Lisa Korzeniowski says:

    I love this story, Kathryn!

  3. Lynn Peggs Nunez says:

    Fantastic! Yes, it’s a little “juicy”. Just what I needed at the onset of summer!

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