Nov. 15th, 2011

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Anton's footsteps moved him aimlessly throughout the nearly abandoned city. He could still hear his father-in-law chiding him that here where the climes were more temperate, 'civilized people' didn't go out into the snow. It had taken every bit of his self-control not to haul off and slap the taste out of his mouth. He visualized his wife's face as he turned his back on the man that he had accepted as his kin and went out into the blowing snow.

At least the codger hadn't called him a Communist in a couple of months.

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This story is part of the Second Semester of "30 Days of Fic." Today's prompt was "mourning dead gods."

For a full rundown on my Second Semester of 30 Days of Fic, please click here for future prompts and to find all the stories I've created.

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