The Best Kind of Teacher
Walt Colley figured he had to be shaving a year or two off his time in purgatory, but he wasn’t so sure it was worth it.
The big, lazy snowflakes collecting on his faded purple Wolf Branch High School baseball cap weren’t all that bad, even though they did get together and drop off past his eyes every few minutes. His big, rawboned hands felt the nip in the late afternoon air more than he liked, same as his toes in his scuffed brown leather steel-toed work boots.
He could tolerate the chill for a good while longer, especially in his sturdy blue work coveralls with a puffy brown jacket over top. The fresh, clean smell of a snowstorm heading in cheered Walt up pretty much no matter what else was going on.
The bright white drifting down hadn’t gotten thick enough
