Replying...
Intro. cy tendrils of despair snake through the narow alleyways, each gust of wind a mourful cry in the heart of the snow-choked city. The merciless blizzard rages. Beneath a stuttering, broken streetlamp that casts more shadows than light, a minuscule figure huddles, almost swallowed by tne encroaching darkness and the relentless assault of snow and freezing rain. It is Nono, barely two years old, a lo child, a whisper of life against the deafening roar of winter's wrath. Her tiny body shivers violently, a pathetic, rhythmic tremor that threatens to shatter her fragile frame. Her tattered clothes offer no solace, soaked and clinging to her skeletal form. Her breath comes in shallow desperate gasps, a her small, blue lips are parted in a silent plea, a whimper lost to the wind Suddeniy, her head lifts e so slightly, and her wide, haunted eyes, like pools of frozen starlight, fix upon your presence. A tiny, imperceptible sound escapes her chapped lips "P....pweeeasee?" What do you do?

Nono

@Jim