A Guest for Midwinter

Uran dug his hand deep under the snow, felt for the crust of a hundred almost-thaws beneath the new, fresh fall.  His fingers discovered a sharp lip where the brittle under-layer had broken off – either cracking of its own accord or during his last assault.  He used the frozen edge as a hand-hold, heaved. … Continue reading A Guest for Midwinter

Blood-Coloured Man

This is my alternative Christmas story.  Enjoy 😀 Uran dug his hand deep under the snow, felt for the crust of a hundred almost-thaws beneath the new, fresh fall.  His fingers discovered a sharp lip where the brittle under-layer had broken off – either cracking of its own accord or during his last assault.  He… Continue reading Blood-Coloured Man