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KILLER BREEZE
by john eastridge

"Mommy, when is daddy coming home?" asked Winston of his mother. This inquiry was not an uncommon one. In fact, Winston asked this as many as four times a day and each time his mother had the same response: "Soon Winston, stop asking." Each time she felt like she had just told a brand new lie which reopened and further deepened a mutilated burn scar.
"Mommy, why can't I go outside?"
"You just can't Winston."
"But I want to. I left kitty outside."
"I know Winston… You shouldn't have done that."
"I want to go outside!"
"Listen Winston, you can't! Do you want to end up like your father?!" Realizing what she had just said she put her hand over her mouth retracted into her seat. Winston was too shocked to speak. He stood steadfast in front of his mother in a stupor as she began to cry.
"Winston," she said calmly as she placed her hands on his shoulders, "your father… The wind… The wind outside is deadly. It destroys everything it touches."
"WHERE IS DADDY!" cried Winston, growing hysterical, "DID HE GO OUTSIDE!"
"Yes," she shouted as she put her head in her hands and began to cry hysterically. She looked up a moment later. Winston was no longer in front of her. She stood up suddenly and called for him. She turned the corner to find the front door wide open.
"WINSTON!" she cried between sobs but it was too late. Winston was outside and there was nothing she could do to stop the vaporizing winds from taking him on a journey to non-existence.