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Snow Angel

Billy pushed the great snowball another couple feet. It was heavy now, picking up all the snow as well as the decaying plant matter beneath the snow. Too heavy for him, but he gave it another go. With a running start he rams it with his shoulder. It barely moves, Billy just sinks into it.
“That ball is too big for the middle.” Aaron got up from the snow bank. Then he came over and started kicking Billy’s snow ball. With his big snow boot he shaved the ball down to a smaller size. “Now roll it in some nice white snow and I’ll help you lift it up there.” Aaron took a sip from the little fifth bottle, then watched Billy pick up little hunks of snow and patted them onto the ball.
Billy tried to roll the ball, and a big chunk of it broke off. He sat down in the snow and crossed his arms. He glared at his dad.
“We are never going to get this done.” Aaron said.
Billy formed a regular snowball and threw it, hitting Aaron in the face.
“Oh… fuck you.” Aaron picked up the boy by his jacket and hung him upside down, preparing to whitewash his face in the snow.
“Fuck you!” Billy flailed his legs around, kicking his dad. Then something caught, he planted his legs on his fathers chest, and broke free of his grip. He did a flip and landed flat on his back in the snow. He waved his arms and legs, and bobbled his head from side to side.
“That’s a nice one.” Aaron took anther big pull and let it knock him on his back. He made a big snow angel.
When they were done they each stood up and looked at their simple creations.
“Yours has a dick.” Billy pointed out the vaguely phallic chunk of snow on Aaron’s angel.
“Yup.” Aaron whipped it out and signed it in pee.
Billy signed his too.
The perfect moment for Billy’s mother to arrive. 6PM Sunday night, Aaron’s weekend was over. Billy ran to the car, she didn’t get out or even roll down the window. Aaron watched her put on some chap-stick in the rear view. She turned to him and gave a little smile.

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