Read a collection of Stream of Consciousness short stories and flash fiction pieces from the Winter Stories project.
Under a heavy, insulating blanket of fresh snow, Winnipeg is unnaturally still. The familiar urban drone has been erased, replaced by an oppressive, weighted silence that seems to absorb all sound, pressing down on the city with the palpable weight of a vacuum.
The atmosphere is one of absolute, biting stillness. A remote park in the dead of winter, where the air is thin and sharp, and the only sounds are the crunch of boots on ice-crusted snow and the brittle snap of frozen branches. The low, grey sky presses down, muting all color and amplifying the sense of isolation and dread.