WARREN SNELL

I touched the glass, palm pressed against the smooth surface. It was warm out today. I settled down in front of the mirror, cross-legged and peering through the pane. The park in the mirror was mostly empty, still too early for most travelers. I watched the leaves rustle in the trees – breezy, but not… Continue reading The Girl on the Edge of Nowhere →

Ice and snow screeched underfoot. "The quick," a painful breath, "and the dead." The words flaked down through the air, the air that was cracked with bitter cold. I rubbed my fingers together. Too cold. I muttered the mantra again to myself. As before the words fell to the deep snow, my fingers too slow… Continue reading The Quick & The Dead →