Today's OneWord: Whimper

I held her body in my arms as I knelt in the thick, brown brush, the whimpering wind finally subsiding into a cold stillness that did nothing to thaw the chill that had settled in my bones. Quickly, I planned where to bury her, and with the holes in my boots growing ever larger with each step, I pushed my way out of the foliage and waded into the nearby creek until the water kissed the bulge of my knees.

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