Season for Death

Season for Death

I almost crashed several times while driving out of my neighborhood this week. The lane is not tricky, and the snow didn’t faze me. The bright contrast of a white blanket cast gently over the land usually soothes me, in fact. Trees and bushes slumbering...
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Writing is loud and lonely work, sleep’s enemy.

I stare at the ceiling. The sun isn’t even thinking about rising yet. What in the world am I doing up? I sneak out of the bedroom.