Fairytale

"They didn't even leave today... they don't have much time left." I sighed softly, holding in my hand the already cold mug that had contained warm ginger tea just an hour ago. I stirred it lightly with a spoon and set it down on the slowly dying fire. I took a log from my wood basket, which I had collected in the nearby woods behind the house for a mock emergency. I stared into the burning embers. The flickers of fire danced gently, yet fearlessly, across the pieces of wood that had seen and experienced more than they could say. Stories that no one could hear. I looked out of the window one last time, picked up my coat with the hole in the pocket that always brought me luck, slipped on my warm boots, pulled my hat over my head and walked out into the cold winter.