Story-time Saturday: Encounter In The Snow
Because this blog is not just an outlet for my religious musings, but an attempt to get me to write better and with greater frequency, I'm going to attempt to bash out a fiction short piece once a week for what I'm calling Story-time Saturday. I'm calling it that because it's my blog and because alliteration is very much a Norse thing. Crying does you no good. Tears freeze, strength warms. Erik sniffed as the cold air seared his nose, making his eyes water. Father's words had kept tears from spilling down his reddened cheeks for most of the day, but daylight was fading and his failure was near. The wood was quiet and still around him. A thin layer of snow covered the ground, having snuck past the thick branches overhead. His eyes searched the snow for any sign of game, but it was unblemished save for his own rambling tracks. For the tiniest of moments, he allowed himself to give in to despair, to stop trying to swallow the knot in his throat. His family was...