InvertedBass
As my feet flew out from under me, I realized why they were called slippers, and that they weren't a very good choice for walking to judo.
As my feet flew out from under me, I realized why they were called slippers, and that they weren't a very good choice for walking to judo.
The snow fell of the roof with a heavy thud, just like my poor Uncle Martin did a few winters prior.
I saw her that night, shrouded in snow and said "hi" for that first time.