Chapter 24 Winter strips bare. As a kid I longed for the transforming snow. I’d watch weather before going to bed, then wake with baited breath. I’d...
Chapter 22 The clouds are thickening, incrementally adding layers like blankets being pulled over a bed, the sickly pallor we've lived with, the half...
Chapter 21 The voice is harsh, caustic accompanied by a thin, cold smile. The casual dress has gone. Beneath his flapping grey-green trench coat is a...
Chapter 20 We're driving as fast as the soporific traffic will allow. I'm pushing things, turning into junctions when, perhaps, I should've waited. I...