Frosty was the perfect husband. He never spoke and hid his feelings well, but he was nothing before he met me.
Frosty the Snowman by Mary Thompson
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Special Issue: Winter’s Tales
When the Pregnant Girls First Arrive At St. Eulalia’s Home for the Lost and Wayward by Audra Kerr Brown
When the pregnant girls first arrive at St. Eulalia’s Home for the Lost and Wayward, the nuns take them to see the Frozen Child. The Frozen Child, her feet locked in ice, her mouth wide and dark as an open grave.
Lost Gods by Karen Jones
Once I was small, held in another’s palm, running along life lines, diving into fate lines, skipping over heart lines, a horizon beyond eternity my only view.
Slip by Jason A. Zwiker
You slip. Fall. Wonder what you’ve broken this time. You wait for some new pain to sound alongside the slow tolling that’s rang inside of you through years of pills in the morning and pills at noon and pills again at bedtime and of trying to explain the ones your daughter finds forgotten in the organizer when she stops in to check on you.
Not If We Don’t Want To by Al Kratz
I feel like I’m dying lately and some days this motivates me to do everything I can before my time runs out and other days it motivates me to do absolutely nothing at all.
Igloo by Emily Devane
The winter that Dad left, taking Dougie with him, we all built an igloo. That morning, the garden was covered in a thick white glaze. Mum couldn’t sit still.
Bob is Gone, a Garden Gnome Mystery Story by Meg Pokrass
Bob evaporated from her life on a Sunday morning. Mary had driven to Costco for canned peaches and paper towels, toilet paper, etcetera and when she returned—no Bob.
Hail by Misty Urban
My husband told me to choose the restaurant though we’d never been to this town. He drove past every place I named and then, at the edge of civilization, jerked the car into the parking lot of a chain restaurant I hate because the cajun chicken I ate at one made me sick for days.
Charles Dickens Writes Me a Letter by Leonora Desar
It just appears one day in my notebook. It says— Hi Leonora, How are you? This is Charles Dickens.