Tag: Short Story
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Last Snow
I’ve always hated winter. I’m not built to be cold tolerant no matter how many layers I bundle up in. My nose and fingers turn red from the cold ten degrees before we even hit freezing. Once winter settles in for good I’m better off hibernating, except that the rest of the farm doesn’t hibernate…
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Dreaming Elsewhere
Simon breathed deep as he waded through the golden field of hay and wildflowers. Acres of glittering hills spread out before him as they swept up towards the base of the snow-capped silver mountains. Dark coniferous trees fenced the fields. Birds called from within those trees, but there were no other signs of wildlife. “It’s…
Paper and Rabbits 