The coal is gone. The bucket gapes, hollow and bare. The shovel lies idle, of no use now. From the stove drifts only a breath of chill. The room is an icebox. Outside the window, trees stand stiff, crusted in frost. Overhead, the sky glares back—silver and indifferent to any plea. I need coal. Is there anyone there who could help? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uOYJguxkBE