Mitten State Lament

Flash Fiction

He was not particularly a fan of the cold. He sledded the mediocre hill at the end of the block with the other kids, but that was about it for winter sports or even the memory of a post- Thanksgiving laugh.

“He’s kind of quiet,” his mother would say, apologetic, as though visitors might unwittingly leave with a scar from the presence of his silence.

The s…