A Cold Day

I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...

I crept toward the familiar row of houses, my worn running shoes crunching down upon the frosty grass. Walking close by were two friends; their laughter cut through the icy day reminding me of the jagged emptiness slicing through my own stomach. I knocked on the brown door and waited. After some movement, the door swung wide. My former friend glowered at me with red hazy eyes. I reached into my parka and pulled Of Mice and Men from my pocket. I extended the book with my right hand. He slapped it onto the cold concrete and slammed the door. I turned and traversed the frozen field. I didn’t look back.