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Metallic, salty blood met her tongue as Andrea closed her mouth over the wound. Damn barbwire. She removed her shirt and stuffed it under a rock. The night air tore through her flimsy singlet. Leaves rustled and insects chirped. Something scratched at the earth. Any moment, sirens could sound. Emerging from the tree line, she […]

Who steals on Christmas morning? Taken, my pair of old skis and a battered snowboard with a broken binding. Stranger still, my new skis rest in the rack. Two sets of footprints run to my house. One half the size of the other. The tracks of a skier and snowboarder lead away. After putting my