They’d gotten a good ten inches of snow, on top of a well-seasoned base from earlier, lighter, snowfall. Heavy enough to soften the trail that ran by the still-open creek and led the woods, she figured she’d get the best skiing at sunrise, as cold as it was. Continue reading
reflection
An Old Romance
She rinsed the last dish and set it in the drainer. Days had again grown short, this season and over the years. The leaves, crisp from a day’s rain and evening’s temps, were barely visible out the window. Her silhouette softened in its reflection; the living room light glowed orange behind her. Continue reading
Valley of the Trolls 