... Zachary, wet and miserable, had been dispatched by his father to scamper across town to pick up some drugs for his step-mother. From the road, he could see the still frozen river. It was only March but it was starting to melt. In a week, the ice would be gone. The barbed sweet stenches of sewage wafting up between the ice cracks on the canal were arrogantly broadcasting an early spring. From somewhere across the canal, a soft sound was barely audible over the moan of shifting ice and garbage: "Help." Zachary stopped, at first unsure of what he had heard. But through the sound of the rain, he heard the cry again, this time louder. ...
Sentence No. 4
The barbed sweet stenches of sewage wafting up between the ice cracks on the canal were arrogantly broadcasting an early spring.
Submitted on March 19, 2012, 8:51 a.m. by Phil
He thought back to this time last year, when it was much colder, and there was at least a foot of snow.
Submitted on March 18, 2012, 11:17 p.m. by Chicago
When the apricity of the morning was the only comfort upon the barren cold tundra, one that revived memories of a dark, wretched past.
Submitted on March 19, 2012, 12:17 a.m. by Olerud_4_Life
Suddenly, from behind, he heard the slow rumbling sound of a vehicle. Looking back through the rain, he saw only the outline of a truck.
Submitted on March 19, 2012, 1:10 p.m. by willychyr