The sky's a cloudless, rain-washed blue. Jim's staring up, close to zoning on the intense color.

The sunlight tickles his face as the slight breeze changes its heat. Jim lets its warmth soak deep and stop the shivers.

It's a beautiful sunny day. Just perfect. A day to grab Sandburg and find some fish to harass; to drink icy beer, and catch some rays before Cascade's clouds roll back.

He takes his first breath in two minutes and chokes on the stink of a butchered body, surrounded by a buzz of flies.

It's still a beautiful day.

Hold that thought.

 

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