The Darkness of Snow

It was once said that Inuits have hundreds of ways to describe ‘snow’ in their language. Abigail had just one: Hell. Abigail’s eyes shot open. The hotel room was dark except for a thin orange line of streetlight peeking out from below the hotel curtains. The room felt heavy and uncomfortably silent. It smelled stale … Continue reading The Darkness of Snow

Rebecca Lawson

I was born in the middle of a snowstorm. The heavy wet snow and hurricane strength wind knocked the power out for a week. My mother curled around me to keep me warm and alive, much like a cat curl would around itself in front of a fire. My biological father was gone; ran out … Continue reading Rebecca Lawson