Friday, February 12, 2010

It snowed.

by Jim Wisneski It snowed. Shadows danced in the candlelight against the cold walls. (They don’t like fire. Ever.) In the middle of the floor, it creaks. It’s the only conversation in this room. (They don’t like talk. Ever.) It snowed. More.


Sam W said...

Very interesting Jim. I like the short, quick phrases. Nicely done!

Anonymous said...

wow - so simple but saying so much - love it :)

Cynthia Schuerr said...

I can imagine so many different scenarios in this prose, Jim.
I love it!