Erica Abeel, Conscience Point; Rikki Ducornet, The One Marvelous Thing.
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.
Whether on a ferry or in queue to board, Sleep would wait until the last moment before starting her car. Her father had taught her this; her mother later taught her through emulation to despise any neighboring motorist who did not act in kind.