He ripped through the front yard in a human cannonball explosion of alacrity, powdery white kicked up behind. Plowed the knee-deep snow like agricultural machinery, breaking past the black tree line and threading through famished limbs whose wooden fingers reached out for fear of shivering to death.
Heart hammering against its chamber, knocking against the cavity more like a walled-up piece of stone, he sprinted like he had the summer before from third base to home plate. Calling out for the Labrador who ran away from the boy’s sled for a squirrel whose feet dimpled the snowy plain in a trancelike scuttle. Remembering having just snuggled the dog in the innards of the house, at the feet of the roaring fireplace, a breakfast bowl of soggy Captain Crunch at arm’s length.
He stood in the middle of the yawning trees that hovered above like broken down sentinels with corroded batteries lodged in their backpacks. Them staring at him with hollow eyes of cold and him returning a muddled gaze of loss, peering around their trunks to see if he could spot a tail wagging.
He fell to his knees in a heap of calming tears, chastising himself for not being able to convince the dog to stay there with him in front of the house.
The Labrador did the same, white trails of breath coiling from his mouth, tramping through the snow, until they found each other and collided in a desperate hug of nearly lost communion, thick flakes of snow blanketing the landscape in a never-ending blank page.
Cody Lowe has a B.A. in Film/Television Production from Western Carolina University. He performs stand-up at The Comedy Store and other venues in Los Angeles and has had roles in Blood Relatives and Deadly Sins.