By Ricky Castillon
December 9, 2016.
After months of stalling and procrastination, winter has finally come to south Texas. On this particular morning I had already been out to drop off my youngest brother at his high school, picked up some breakfast and coffee for myself, come home, run around the backyard with my dog for as long as I could stand before the impending chill threatened my already-failing attempt to fight off a cold, begun work on some watercolor illustrations I hadn’t gotten the chance to work on.
It was then I realized my mistake. The previous day I’d been working in the computer lab at the university and that I’d left my bag with brushes and ink pens that I was going to need. It was a rookie move, with the amount of traffic a lab can get this close to finals week spelled danger for any lost items or overpriced art supplies. I hurried down the stairs, grabbed my keys and was off. As soon as I turned the corner, about to exit my neighborhood, I noticed something. As clear as day, black against the white December sky arose a huge plume of black smoke.
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