Fear and Ice

By Glenn A. Bruce Snow fell—lightly at first, then heavier. By nightfall, billions of tiny flakes were coming down like a single, connected mass—a three-dimensional bedsheet of white terror that stretched out as far as Georgia Fontaine could see, blending into a horizon she could only imagine existed at the edge of her small world. …

Earth Sputters a Love Letter

I want to hold you. Figuratively, of course. Now is not the time for misappropriation of language and/or double entendres (CK, Weinstein, Moore, Franken, Spacey, etc.). The surface is rightfully crumbling regarding assault and abuse of trust, misuse of power. But we are talking about a different type of personal defect here right now