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One Way or Another
Ever noticed how a twig blanketed in snow actually looks as if it has hairs sprouting from it? Stubbly man’s whiskers that would prick your skin if touched.
That’s what it looks like.
What the twig feels like when you grip it in the palm of your hand, snow melting instantly, is penetrating cold that would make you feel uncomfortable if your attention weren’t focused on the lumbering footsteps crunching in the snow.
A twig. Not effective at all.
Your bare hand searches in the snow for the river rocks you know abound the low bank. Your hand, numb with cold, seizes a large rounded one.
One way or another, he will never hit you again.
end 12/6/2016
S. Darlington
Nice!
Thank you! 🙂
What a subtle shift, I like the way you led me into the realisation of the situation.
Thank you, James! 🙂
That was a sudden change at the end. I like it.
I added your link to the list as well 🙂
Thank you! (I didn’t add my link? I am getting to be a bit of trouble, aren’t I? lol 🙂 and thank you for that!)
Haha no worries 🙂
That sounds like a good plan. A great twist at the end, Sascha. Good writing. 🙂 — Suzanne
Thank you!