Dec 16, 2009 21:43
... Am I dead? Then why do I feel so cold? That can't be right.
[Short sigh. And a long pause as he thinks a bit more followed by sounds of snow compacting under shifting weight.]
If I'm here then... wherever here is, Mom's by herself. Not good. She probably won't notice for a while but it's better not to take chances.
[More sounds of compacting snow, though now it's louder.]
*mother,
!voice post,
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