Sample Sunday May 20th

Poverty is a hard ride.  Cold, is a harder one.  Old age, the hardest.  Put all three together and you have the lives of hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of people trying to survive, trying to get to Spring.

Old people die in the winter months, even when they have heat and light and food.
Sometimes the horror isn't in the big things.  It's in the little things.  In the tiny little parts of small lives, that can keep you alive.  Sometimes, horror is losing your library card.


This is the first have of this story.  As I'm very fond of it, I'll give you the second half, next Sunday.

SNIP - content removed - second half of the story, here.

If you want to finish this story, you'll find Sleet Dreams in Fragments.

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