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Submitted to Contest #332
CW: Grief, death The billowing sky darkened with the onset of rain, the day on the cusp of dusk. I stood on my front lawn, ankle-deep in soft snow, enveloped by a wool cardigan, pulled in close to my heart. The cream fabric, strands dancing in the brisk wind, stark against my brown skin. Goosebumps prickled along the frail bone of my wrist, which peeked out from the edge of my sleeve. My body sensed that something was amiss.It would be a frightening storm. This is what the news anchor had warned just momentsago. His pudgy face was cast in th...
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