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Feb. 22, 2010 The world was still. The snow contained sparkles that showed themselves because of the electric lights. Far out in the woods a farmer had destroyed a coyote den by sprinkling it with gasoline from a jerry can carefully and thoroughly and then setting a match to it. The long frozen corridors of paths in the forests saw the odd track from a rabbit or racoon, but mostly the dead silence. Then the winds came and the winds sounded somehow like a saw, ripping opening the night, ripping open some secret, and the secret the silence contained. The cement posts were still, unaffected by the wind or the utter cold so full in its entirety. Out of all this a field mouse ran down the way and shortly after that a cat, strange in its continual resiliency in these winters, a cat from the wood and the glen and the naked world, and it pounced on the mouse and the snow still sparkled but the wind had since ceased and now the mouse with it had come to an end also. ------------ About the Author: For more of Brian's short stories, visit his website: http://www.freewebs.com/storyandstory/. Email Brian Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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