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Uriah Sutton
 Posted: Dec 31 2017, 07:54 PM
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[December 27, 2017]


Snow. They didn’t have snow in Florida. Well, maybe at the northern most parts, Uriah hadn’t really looked into it that far. Weston and Miami certainly hadn’t gotten any snow while Uriah was there. Connecticut, on the other hand, got snow. They’d gotten so much snow it was ridiculous at points. Uriah didn’t really have to drive anywhere, but he wanted his sister to be safe when she was out on the driveway. On top of that, his parents were staying, and when they had to fly back out of state, they would need to be driven to the airport.

Uriah had on thick gloves, a large thick coat, long johns under his jeans, and snow boots. Sarah Jane and their mother expressed a desire to go for a drive, and Uriah couldn’t sleep. It was probably only around seven in the morning when he went outside. They wouldn’t wake up until at least eight, so he had time to get started. He made sure to get all the snow off the porch, and then worked on the front steps. He was sore from smacking ice off the steps but he wanted to make sure nothing was slick. This all felt like a reminder of how Uriah was not a particularly masculine man, and had never been in great shape in his entire life. He could see his breath and he was getting a major headache.

Although the sun was out, it never really got much warmer. The temperature was frigid, and Uriah was looking forward to going inside and taking a long bath before he even tried to socialize. It took until about nine for his mother to peer outside.

“Sweetheart… how long have you been out here? We were wondering where you got off to.”

Uriah was pretty warm by then, and the driveway was almost done. “Uh… what time is it?

“Ten after nine.”

I think I came out at seven. Driveway’s nearly done though, so you won’t have trouble when you go on your drive.

She smiled, “You didn’t need to do that. I’m sure your father would have been happy to help. Or your sister.”

He shrugged, “I wanted to get it done. Anyway, uh, can you make me something warm to drink? I shouldn’t be that long.

“Sure thing, sweetie.” His mother went back inside while Uriah tried to finish things up quickly before anyone tried to come out and help him.

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Uriah Sutton
 Posted: May 8 2018, 09:00 PM
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[May 8, 2018]

Loose khaki cargo shorts reached about to Uriah’s knees. He could feel the breeze brushing the hairs on his legs. Leather sandals on his feet, long legs shooting out in front of him from the lawn chair. He was going to work on setting up a porch swing, and he had been considering a sort of bench to put around his fire pit. Sarah Jane had teased him that she could use it for all her boyfriends, and Uriah had made quite the face. His sister was a twenty-five year old, Florida born and bred, former model. She was beautiful, friendly, spunky, and no doubt the “type” of quite a few men. Uriah didn’t need the reminder, but she gave it to him anyway.

He spared her the remarks on having to get a shotgun to be properly protective if she started bringing suitors around the house. If not for his misfortunate in the area of “romance” Uriah was probably more likely to bring men by the house than his little sister.

The breeze was warm. The sun had gone down, and the sky was black. The lights in the kitchen were off. Uriah had taken the trash out, and done the dishes. He had cleaned the litter boxes, and considered setting out some wood for the fire pit. In the end he had decided against it. The night was warm enough, and he didn’t need the light. Sure, he could see lights from other yards, and a distant streetlight, but his yard was dark. He didn’t know if Sarah Jane was in her bedroom reading or what. He just knew that it was peaceful.

The sound of crickets, the feeling of cold condensation against his left hand, and the breeze against his limbs. Even his arms. It had been so long since he had dressed this way. A real Florida native, and he looked like it for once. He could stand to tan a bit more, maybe get some sand in all of his clothes, but this was better than what he usually wore. He wasn’t as thin as he had been in his early twenties, but he still fit the clothes. His mother had sent the shorts and the light gray t-shirt when she cleaned out some space in the garage. He would help her out with things when he and his sister went home for Independence Day. It was what a good son would do. He might not always know what he wanted or what he was doing, but he was still a good son. He was remembering how to be a better person. Accepting his place. Enjoying the atmosphere. He’d moved to Lochland Grove because he wanted to find himself and get out of a slump. It was a long time coming, but he supposed he was actually accomplishing that now.

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