Paul thought it would be a great day to sail out on the lake. The air felt brisk and sharp. The wind blew across the water, and Paul rode it with grace. He zoomed back and forth as the breeze rushed through his hair. He could have sworn he'd be out there all day, until the wind just... stopped. There was no warning or sign the air would become still and lifeless. It just did, stranding Paul out on the water. He hoped the draft would come back, but it never did. The wind all across the world had died.
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Very Short Stories & Drabbles Part 2
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