How the Snow Began

Come and listen to the tale of how the snow began how the stars turned night to white and fell into your hand     From her perch on top of her hut in her little Alaskan village, Ila stared into the northern night, tracing the stars with her fingertips.  She could taste the saltyContinue reading “How the Snow Began”

Say Something

Realism is minute; it is the drama of a broken teacup, the tragedy of a walk down the block, the excitement of an afternoon call, the adventure of an invitation to dinner. -Frank Norris,  A Plea for Romantic Fiction (1901)   “Can I sit here?” she asked, blue eyes batting. He looked up, “of course.”Continue reading “Say Something”