Saturday, February 10, 2018

Breaking Off the Sky

As I walk to meet Katie after her shift, snow flurries begin to fall, but they only become visible when they almost hit my face. I strain my eyes to see them against the dark buildings to no avail.

They're like little splinters off the pearly gray sky, dissolving when they hit the ground. I pull my jacket around me, but I don't really feel cold.
One year ago: The Price of Inattention
Two years ago: Whatcha Thinking?
Three years ago: Too Many Teeth
Four years ago: The Longest Joke Ends When You Die

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