Flash Fiction: Joy

The ice crunches under my toes. Popping, crackling. I leap to catch the flying flakes, snapping up the cold with numb jaws. Panting breaths fog the air, but the smells are crisp and clear as I tumble and play through heaps of white. What joy to be a dog in winter! Happy Snow Day!


Short Story: Watcher

It was 2AM. "Come on," I mumbled, tugging on the leash. "Stop dancing around. It's frickin' freezing out here." Icarus glanced over his shoulder, grinning a canine grin, then proceeded to eat some mystery substance buried in the dirty snow. Gross. I tugged again on the leash, less gently this time, and stomped my feet … Continue reading Short Story: Watcher