Every Year: Short Stories

ow, together and cocooned by the warmth of Christmas Day.

A transparent cold drop warmed just enough to allow release; the warmth letting it know it’s not a flaw to thaw. Time has been this family’s sun. Year after year, I have seen the coldness slipping away from them until I see them n

frosty exterior you can see, can hear, the drip, drip, drip of its hard shell slipping away