March 3, 2011

Gus Powell

Something cold and wet dripped onto my forehead and slid down my nose. I quickly slapped the liquid off and looked up into the starry night. The edge the roof above me was lined with sharp icicles that threatened to pin me to the ground. The temperature was warming as spring drew closer, but it was still as freezing as hell. I took a step backward, pushing myself up against the dirty stuccoed wall, and into the darkness. I knew then, that this was the moment I had been waiting for. 

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