A Deposit

Driving down the highway on your way to deposit a check. Walking to the car, you noticed the air was so cold it was coming in through the teeth of your jeans’ zipper. Now the turn signal lever is (apparently) frozen in the down position. You look up and see an eddy of white powder blowing off the top of a building and it looks like Mount Everest. Continue reading “A Deposit”

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