The temperature had fallen like a glass of milk off the edge of a table. Wind came whipping across the snow-covered landscape, biting and misanthropic, making the cold more sinister. I was standing there in a deserted parking lot, without boots, thick pants, or a warm- enough jacket. I knew I wasn’t properly outfitted to deal with these conditions and…
Category: Fiction
Just Coffee, Black
I rise early, as the weak morning rays of sunlight filter through the window. The stiffness in my joints more pronounced than on other mornings, I creak and groan into an upright position. I make my way down the amber colored hallway until I feel the familiar, well-worn staircase beneath my feet, each rasp of the maple steps playing its…