It was the early snowfall that broke his concentration. He was too young, not yet able to control the shifts, and the prospect of frolicking in the fresh powder was more than he could resist. I saw it in his eyes first – pupils widening like the aperture of a camera lens. I reached out to steady him, but could tell it was already too late.
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Diablo – A Microstory
If there was any grace to a name, surely a devil could survive the flames of that hellish wildfire.
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