Dnd
by Sci-FiTy1972
Copyright© 2026 by Sci-FiTy1972
Fiction Story: During a rare Georgia ice storm, a young man and a neighbor he barely knows spend a long, powerless night trying to save a freezing puppy. What begins as practical necessity slowly becomes something quieter and more meaningful. As screens go dark and distractions fade, two strangers discover what happens when the world goes quiet and real conversation finally begins.
Tags: Romantic Fiction AI Generated
6:47 PM — Driveway
The news had been warning about the ice for days. Georgia didn’t own snow the way other places did. When it came, it came sideways — freezing rain, slick roads, and power lines that never stood a chance.
Evan stood halfway down his parents’ driveway in jeans that were already damp and a hoodie that had never been meant for weather. The shovel was a garden spade. The gloves were cotton. He kept stopping to blow on his hands and checking his phone, half for warmth, half out of habit.
No service warning. Of course.
He was thinking about going back inside when he heard the sound.
Not a bark. Not a whine.
Just ... breathing. Thin. Wrong.
He followed it to the edge of the hedge, where the snow had drifted deeper, and found a small, dark shape curled in on itself. A puppy. Too small to be alone. Fur stiff with ice. Chest barely moving.
“Oh—hey, hey, little guy...”
He crouched, hands shaking for reasons that weren’t just cold.
7:03 PM — Porch Light
“That’s a puppy.”
Evan looked up. A girl stood three houses down in boots and a too-big parka, holding her phone up like a lantern.
“I know,” he said. “I think he’s ... I don’t know. I just found him.”
She was already moving closer, snow crunching under her feet.
“I’m Claire,” she said. “I’m pre-vet. Well. Trying to be.”
That sounded like a joke she’d told herself before.
She knelt without hesitation, fingers gentle, practiced.
“He’s hypothermic,” she said. “We need to warm him. Slowly. Not hot.”
“My parents are on a cruise,” Evan said, immediately unsure why he’d said that.
“That’s okay,” she said. “We’ve got a house. That’s enough.”
7:41 PM — Kitchen Floor
They laid towels down. The puppy barely stirred.
Evan hovered uselessly while Claire gave instructions like she’d done this a hundred times. Warm water bottle wrapped in cloth. Dry towels. Gentle rubbing.
His phone buzzed. Group chat. A meme. He glanced at it, then at the dog.
He flipped the phone face-down.
Claire noticed. Didn’t comment.
8:19 PM — Snapchat
They snapped a photo of the puppy bundled like a burrito.
Still breathing. Fingers crossed. You’re a hero, someone replied.
They showed each other the messages like proof that this mattered.
Evan realized he didn’t know Claire’s last name.
“So ... vet school?” he asked.
“Trying,” she said. “Second year. It’s a lot. You?”
“Community college. Computer stuff. I’m ... not great with people.”
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