Observations of The Urban Spaceman


A piece I wrote for a flash-fic contest, based around the topic “A Street Corner in November.” Like it? Hate it? Let me know your thoughts. The Frost Prince         Tiny ice crystals clung to the dirty stone wall of Hudson’s Bakery, each crystal a minute speck of pristine white which glistened beautifully in the moonlight. Mary studied the tiny crystals as she stood beside the street corner; watching each one grow larger… Read More