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sidA drabble for the sentinel_thurschallenge: Ice
Funny part was, he hadn’t even hit his head.
sentinel_thurschallenge: Ice NEWLY FALLEN
It had snowed on Saturday. Sunday’s warmer weather turned everything to slush. Then temperatures plummeted again overnight, and on Monday morning there was a fresh dusting of white. Soft and fluffy and pristine and seemingly harmless, but concealing the treacherous patches of sheet ice underneath produced by the thawing and re-freezing of Saturday’s snow.
It was Jim who had the luck to slip. Lying on the ground, looking up at the gray sky, he saw a vision of an angel hovering over him. One with flyaway curls and concerned blue eyes.
