Flash Fiction Friday

Flash Fiction Friday: Harvest Moon

Into the night I step, the wind whistling against my ear like a siren's summon.  My skin crawls. Goosebumps rise as if a fingernail trickles up my arm. I tug my coat tighter. The extra layer does little to protect against the icy air. Nor does it preclude the shudder engulfing my body as I glance skyward where… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday: Harvest Moon