Margaret Walsh
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Blizzard
Ella It was a particularly cold day in January. I had decided to walk to Mr. Anley’s house. I was taking care of his dog Bruno. I had my own dogsitting service. I would be staying there overnight for the next couple of nights. Anyway, walking there, was the big mistake. When I first walked out of the house, it was just flurrying. A snowflake here, a snowflake there. Nothing much to worry about, really. I almost slipped on a patch of ice about twenty feet from the house, but I had incredible balance, so I did not fall over.
By Margaret Walsh 3 years ago in Fiction