Sitting in the dark, listening to the heavy, wet snow slough off the branches of the oaks. There is a steady drip from the trees. It was snowing a little bit ago, but for now it has stopped. I hear the crash of a shed collapsing not too far away. The rooster is calling in the day. His girls remain huddled on their perches, unconvinced.
Skeeter and The Veteran
These stories first appeared in BarBar March of 2023 Skeeter Did I...
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