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The wind outside looks like little swirls of powdered sugar flying through the wind. I wonder if all of the snow will stick this time or it will be gone in a day. I wonder if Matt and his friends will want something to eat for dinner when they come back from hunting. I get up from my seat and wade across the room to the stove, turn it on and get a pan hot with some oil. I noticed my cell sitting on the counter and decided to call Matt and let him know dinner would be ready in half an hour. I unlocked my screen on my phone and saw that I had 24 missed calls, 13 new texts and 6 new voicemail's. Uh oh.
Is he going to be okay? What is going to happen? I had so many questions that were flooding my mind all at once. I can't believe that he was shot. How on Earth could he have shot himself on accident? I wanted to ask Brandon but he still seemed very shaken up. My mom sat in the corner of the waiting lobby sobbing. All I could smell was old Tums and stale coffee. This was going to be a long night. It seemed like an eternity before we even heard any news. I was staring hopelessly down the hallway when I saw the doctor enter, "Mrs. Wampler, I've got good news."
"The wind outside looks like little swirls of powdered sugar flying through the wind."
ReplyDeleteThe snow outside, do you mean? Snow looking like powdered sugar?
"All I could smell was old Tums and stale coffee." This is sort of the opposite of snow=powdered sugar, which seems unlikely but obvious. But this sentence I couldn't have dreamed up in a million years--it's great!
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