It is snowing. Large, puffy white flakes gently glide to there eternal resting spot on the lawn. The brown tips of the grass blades are slowly disappearing. There is a soft, frigid wind howling through the various cracks in the wall. I sit here waiting for my next client or call it a night. Suddenly, a frantic rapping on the door, followed by a more paniced voice crying for help. At this point, i knew my night was finally beginning.
Posted by okage
at 6:23 PM EST
