Adda looked up and down the snowy lane, but Grandma Marit had already disappeared into the darkness. The only movement came from flickers of firelight sneaking out of neighbors’ windows. The darkness groaned in annoyance at the tittering flickers, who flitted up and down the sides of the box-like wooden homes. The flickers skipped over the ground and tickled Adda’s feet, even through her heavy boots.
Shiny #2: I’m also happy to announce that a new story called “The Whole of His History” will be appearing in Stamps, Vamps, and Tramps, an anthology being published by Evil Girlfriend Media. It looks I will have some lovely company in TOC for this one.
On that note, things will likely go quiet here on the blog for the next few weeks as I go off and have some fabulous vacationy adventures. Not that I’ve been posting all that much anyway, so y’all probably won’t even notice that I’m gone.