The Man In The Grey Suit – The Candle
It was snowing when he closed up shop. He looked up into the grey sky, trying not to feel anything. The snow always reminded him of Julie. Just another reason to hate this time of year. He shook his head and yanked the gates over the glass doors with a bit more force than necessary, and locked them vengefully. It had been three years since she had died, and Blake had never really recovered. He hadn’t lashed out, or sought answers at the bottoms of bottles, but had simply withdrawn into himself. He became quiet, especially on overcast days, or on days when it snowed. Julie had loved the snow. Blake had never seen her so happy, so alive, as when she was running around in fresh powder, making snow angels or throwing snowballs at …