The snow had hardened overnight and was crisp now. It wasn't what you would call a cold day and Fran had left her jacket unbuttoned. She was looking at the children off in the distance.
"I'd forgotten that it was today."
Alan was looking farther away.
"I wasn't looking forward to it or anything."
He reached in his pocket and found and empty packet of cigarettes.
"Dammit."
"When did they start doing it?"
"I don't know, maybe 3 or 4 years ago."
"Do you remember the first one?"
"No. It's just a thing that happens."
She felt very bad then and turned away when the wind blew in their direction. The children were laughing off in the distance, and she couldn't remember when the whole custom had started.

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Galen over 13 years ago

Very detached, pensive tone to this. I like the feeling of distance. Sort of understated melancholy. Interesting.

themercy (joined over 13 years ago)

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