“You keep leaving. I can’t trust you.” I stared out the window. My mother lowered her newspaper. “Don’t talk to the snow. It isn’t healthy.”
A surprising twist. Well written.
LOVE LOVE it. Srsly. then I saw who wrote it.
Aww, love this. Sweet ode to snow.
This is brilliant! Well done. As I stare at the two feet of snow and the five foot drifts in my back yard…and pray for the disappointment and betrayal described here.
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