Short fiction for long winter nights

I’m in New York now, where the evening light is poignant and thin through the bare trees, and nighttime dark falls swiftly, with minimal warning.

And I have a short short, Winter Stories, up at Eve’s Fan Garden today. It doesn’t claim to be set in that sort of a winter day/night, but I’ve always imagined it to be.

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