Danielle and the DyerBy Mark Du Mez
It was snowing. It would always snow throughout the holidays. White billowing bluffs lined the village streets, while a glimmering of hoarfrost lay atop the sidewalk snow. Danielle slid her feet beneath the crispy coating.
The Only MortalBy Georges-Olivier Châteaureynaud
There must have been some mix-up with his papers, because without asking for it in any way, François got posted overseas, the only draftee in a company of enlisted men.