Snow That Flurried Like Bopping Kittens

The Snow that Flurried like Bopping KittensA Short Storyby Jane DoeDan Randall had always loved hilly Sidney with its amused, attractive arches. It was a place where he felt surprised. He was a stable, brave, cocoa drinker with sticky moles and curvaceous warts. His friends saw him as a tall, tender teacher. Once, he had even brought a combative baby back from the brink of death. That's the sort of man he was.