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Dustan Neal
Winter Sleet
Winter sleet covers my parked car; exhaust greets fog in the empty lot.
"I'm withdrawing from school," she says.
"What? What about us?" I shout.
She places her hands over her stomach. "I..." her eyes sink.
Radio static fills my head, the door slams, tears meet ice.
winter storm
a lone cub
circles embers |