Hope you enjoy this little drabble. Word count 100 excluding title.

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Author: Cristy

12 March 2016


He was out there. Every instinct told me he was close. Too close. I crouched in the snow behind a rotted tree, searching. A crow cawed, the sound made louder by the silence. Dios, I hate this feeling. Where is he?

Suddenly I felt the impact, a sickening thud to my side knocking me backwards. I saw wetness spreading over my jacket. Damn…

The sound of his boots crunching on snow came towards me - confident, almost strutting.

'Told you I was the best snowball thrower at Phillips Academy'.

I let him help me up. 'Nobody likes a braggart, Boston'.