Thursday, December 2, 2010

Wintergreen is an oxymoron, I think.

The cold blanketed him in slight discomfort, in the very way a blanket wouldn’t. The pain was too mild to flinch at, yet too annoying to disregard. An enveloping mask of bothersome ice poked at him, taunting him. Too cold! He pulled away, grimacing as he breathed hard in an attempt to expel the cold from his mouth. Something kept bringing him back to the source of his displeasure. A force much larger, more intrinsic than the shivering cold shooting through his frame. His thoughts froze for moment. He put down his smoothie, turning to matters of more worldly importance.

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