Three Sentence Stories #9

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The vapor cloud of frozen breath in front of Ava’s face, once a source of joy and amusement, had stopped being funny several hours ago when the sun set and the temperature dipped below freezing. Ruefully she thinks that not bringing a warmer coat is among the largest of of her many large mistakes recently.

Cold and embarrassed, but with nowhere else to go, she reluctantly knocks on her parents’ front door three days after leaving them a note to say she is running away with her boyfriend.

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