by Ari Collins
"Here," she said, shedding a striped mitten and digging her long fingers into the snow. She pushed a cold clump to my knee. "Next time you hurdle a fence to impress somebody, land on your feet, okay?"
When the snow-water began running down my shin, I limbered up. This time I would make it.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Impress
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3 comments:
These are the same people from the story below it, just earlier.
NO, goddamnit. THESE Ari characters lived happily fucking after, okay?
Next time it may prove prudent to dig under the fence. Cool tale.
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