#protectivetony

Summary:  Steve hiked the strap of his enormous portfolio further up over his slim shoulder and kept shuffling down the snow-covered hill. His foot slipped, heel digging into the ice and his free arm pinwheeled, steadying himself out. His heart leapt in his chest, pounding painfully and threatening an asthma attack. It was a stupid shortcut to take, especially alone, but it saved him an hour, walking up and over the train tracks instead of going all the way around to the bridge. And an hour was a lot when his ma was waiting at home for him to make dinner.

Rating: general