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Snow Day by Jeff McNeal

Ching-Ching- Ching-Ching -ChingChing!- Ching!-Ching! -Ching!Ching- Ching-Ching - Ching-Ching . Snow chains! I smile but don’t open my eyes or uncover my head. I don’t move an inch from the spot that I’ve warmed into the sheet for fear of touching the surrounding white cotton ice hungry for a bite of my bare skin. My Mother’s words from the night before taunt me: “Jeffrey, put your pajamas on because it’s supposed to get real

cold tonight.” Pajamas? Me? “Fruit of the Looms are good enough for Dad, so they’re good enough for me,” I’d said. “Suit yourself,” said she. Ching-Ching- Ching-Ching -ChingChing!- Ching!-Ching! -Ching!Ching- Ching-Ching - Ching-Ching . Another unfortunate chain-clad car slowly approaches and passes. I am familiar with every morning sound that can be heard from this spot beneath the covers of my

Tire chains make a distinctive ching-ching-ching sound on the pavement. 147

January 2012 Tidewater Times  

January 2012 Tidewater Times

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