Kasey Alyssa

SFS 7: Long Thaw

He sat on the cold, hard stoop waiting for her. He could already see his breath and he hadn’t even been outside that long. Marshall hated the winter time. “It’s for young people with warm blood and a strong will to brace the cold; not slow, achy old men like me.” He chuckled at himself. Do I always sound so grumpy? His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of snow crunching in the distance. Marshall stood slowly, the cold causing stiffness in his knees. The figure grew closer and closer until Marshall’s furrowed brow relaxed.