Heather Thomas

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1,616 appearances 7 recordings 2 series first heard Mar 2026 last heard 31 Aug

Heather Thomas’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.

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Recordings per month over the last 12 months — 7 in all, peaking in Aug 2026 with 2.

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Sharp, clean air rushes in and cuts against my exposed skin.
I was already cold, but the snow that dusted me the moment the door opened melts fast on my skin.
My shivers shake my bones, and my jaw hurts from the rattling.
My thin house dress offers no comfort against the winter night, but I can't put on a coat, gloves, and shoes when my child was buried late in summer with nothing but a thin blanket.
If I'd known he'd be able to feel the cold come winter, if I'd known he would cry so hard, I would have wrapped him in the thick wool quilt my mother wove for my wedding bed.
I have to scramble over the hill of snow outside the door.
My fingers and toes scrape at the ice hidden beneath the fluffy surface layer.
It hurts, but no more than my shaking bones or stinging eyes.
I'm surprised to find clear skies and still air.
I remember the wind howling in accompaniment to my child's cries.
The woods start on the far side of the field, past the empty chicken coop and abandoned goat corral.
The moon is full and fat, giving the snow-laden field an ethereal glow.
Last time I had seen a night so coldly beautiful, I'd been full and fat with my child still inside my belly.
The memory makes me touch my belly now, empty and flaccid.
My child cries for me across the field.
I drop my hand and finally go to him.
It takes a long time to cross the field.
I keep stumbling and falling into the deep drifts.
Pain flares in my bare fingers and toes and then fades until I cannot feel them at all.
My breath comes out in uneven clouds that dissipate as fast as they form.
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