Tree Line - Chapter Eighteen

Dave lifted his knitted scarf from his neck to place it over his mask, squinting into the wind that slipped through the trees of the nearby woods. The snow had just started, carried on the wind that had been threatening them all day, flakes coming in fast and heavy, so hard that they felt like a bombardment.

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Tree Line - Chapter Seventeen

Pat walked slowly through the darkened hallway, a bundle of blankets pulled flat inside of the gap between his outstretched arms and his chest, the flashlight in his hand absentmindedly shooting light at the intersection of the wall and ceiling as he walked. The last time he had walked as many miles was during their last supply run just a couple of months before, but today he had pushed himself, in both snow shoes and on foot, and he was starting to get tired.

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Tree Line - Chapter Sixteen

Stacey walked carefully through the snow, winding through the narrow pathways they had cleared with shovels and stomped flat with their boots, each step a labor, an effort. She paused, then carefully stepped up onto the broken foundation that ran down the middle of camp. She walked over it slowly, remembering her tumble a few nights before, shuffling her feet in an attempt to find any hidden ice, feeling her sore shoulder pull and burn from the weight of the gallon jug she held in her left hand.

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Tree Line - Chapter Fifteen

Sitting on the floor, Angela pushed her bony spine against the sofa in the condo’s living room, the sensation muted by the cushion of her thick coat. Her knees were lifted up toward her narrow chin, her arms stretched out to dangle over her folded legs. She looked bored, petulant, more of a teenager than a woman on the cusp of fifty.

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Tree Line - Chapter Fourteen

Dave twisted his housekeeping key, feeling the lock in front of him give and turn, letting him push open the door into the condo unit. Instantly his eyes were assaulted by the golden sunlight coming in through the sliding doors on the opposite side of the unit, a temporary blindness he suffered whenever he opened a suite on the west side of the building, the sun swaying towards the horizon, nearly set.

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Tree Line - Chapter Thirteen

“How is he?” Angela asked, the concern in her voice raising Owen’s eyebrow.

Angela’s face was bare, her mask soiled and discarded in the hall, but no one said anything about it. They just shot glances at her mouth like it was something brazen or indecent, a scandal they wouldn’t mention, but couldn’t keep their eyes from even if they knew they should.

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Tree Line - Chapter Twelve

“Chase, wait!” Angela shouted, the younger man pushing past her. The impact was sudden, unexpected, taking Angela by surprise and leaving her sprawled out between the entry way and the hallway. She fought to get up, twisting onto her belly and trying to get her feet under her, trying to get her legs to lift her from the musty carpet, but the elongated toes of her cross-country ski shoes put the ends of her feet inches from where she expected them to be, from where she needed them to be to climb up from her prone position. Her brain seemed to stick on the task, going over it again and again, her body not quite grasping its situation, its challenges, legs kicking ineffectually under her.

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