Freehand

It was three years ago when my grandmother died. D came around just when Gram was at her worst. But when Gram passed, D stuck around and spent more time together. He and I got pretty close pretty quick, even though he was a little sad for my taste. D was a good guy and though he could be depressing some days he was usually a pretty laid back, funny dude.

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The day was beautiful, warm and dry. Mason saw it as a perfect opportunity to go running, especially since his family was away for the week. He got into his running clothes and took off down the dirt trail [...]

An icy breeze blew by, a little sharper than the last. It was met like it’s predecessor with little notice and greeted only by an equally sharp exhale. The two plumes of warm-but-cool vapor that met about an inch out of the nose was the only greeting it received; a welcoming party of pure chemical reaction.