(Author’s note: Bronchitis, a cracked wrist that will soon be able to be out of splint permanently, and lots of work to do before winter camp next month. All of it is making me go crazy and want to get my vacation week that much sooner. Anyhow, here’s today’s fictioneers.)
© Dale Rogerson
The Icehouse
by Miles H. Rost
“Winter is coming, Aunt Miranda.”
“I know.”
“You know that I have a place open for you in Coos Bay. It may not be warm, but it’ll be better than this place.”
Miranda brushed her slightly graying hair off her face.
“I know. But, I am going to stay. If my Keith comes back, where is he going to go?”
“But Uncle Keith is M.I.A. I don’t know if he will come back. At least if we get news, we can guide him to our home.”
“Thank you, child. But I’ll wait for him.”
Icicles started forming on the tree.
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