Chloe Conlan

A.L. Riddle

Sean King

English

He sat alone by the edge of the water, drawing lines in the wet sand. It was cold, the winter air biting at his skin and turning his lips blue, but it wouldn't stop him from coming here. His comfort place, especially when times were hard. And now he needed it more than ever.

A gentle breeze rippled the surface of the water and cut right through his thin coat. He pulled his legs tightly to his chest. "Well, you're here," he said to no one. "Now what?" His breath plumed in the air above him, the question floating away, unanswered.

“Now we make s’mores!” She said playfully, unpacking a cold fusion camp stove and extending 2 titanium skewers. “Grab the marshmallows from the pack?”

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