Literature
Cancer
Breaking free of the party, she thrust her frail body out into the bitter air. It was a late January evening, a Saturday as she would eventually recall. Snow drifted down from the heavens, lazily making its way to the dirty roadway in silence. Thousands of tiny flakes already littered the sidewalks and steps, effortlessly concealing past track along with the evidence of a typical unsupervised teenage get-together. Beneath the temporary blanket of mid-winter frost lay cigarette butts of countless brands, the now dampened labels of alcohol bottles, and receipts from illegal purchases aided by false identifications. Tanned hands pulled he