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New Year's Day by Anastasia Knasiak

He stared out the window at the snow and snuffed out his cigarette in a too-full ashtray. The pale sun was finally coming up and casting sharp shadows of the pile of dirty dishes against the kitchen table. "I'm alone," he realized, as he leaned back in the wooden chair.




Anastasia Knasiak is an aspiring member of the intelligentsia and current member of the underemployed. When she can pull her nose out of a book, she posts her writing at http://againwithit.tumblr.com.