Read a collection of Fast-Paced / Pulpy short stories and flash fiction pieces from the Winter Stories project.
A late winter afternoon in Assiniboine Park. The sky is a flat, unforgiving grey. Bare trees claw at the clouds, and the ground is a miserable mix of dirty snow and half-frozen mud. The air is cold enough to burn the lungs, carrying the faint, metallic scent of an approaching snowstorm.