Monday, November 11, 2013

100 Words a Day 451

The snow was coming down hard. Last night’s blizzard had slackened somewhat, but the flakes were coming down fast and furious.

Chip had his nose glued to the window. His breathe left the cold glass foggy. Finally, he tore his gaze away from the white blanket forming on the ground and rushed back to his room. He pulled on his snow gear and grabbed his sled from the front closet.

Once outside, he ran towards The Hill as fast as his short legs would carry him. When he got there, he saw Ross was already careening down the steep slope.

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