Andrew Kleinschmidt
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Thin Ice
Julia stared at the roaring fire ahead. She slowly sipped her hot cocoa, the dark liquid burning at her lips. She hardly noticed, lost deep in thought. If you asked her what she was thinking about, she would have given a soft smile and said she couldn’t remember. She sat back in the chair, snuggling in deeply. Her thoughts were private, and besides, she did not want to think about anything right now. She simply wanted to drink cocoa next to a fire. All was right with the world.
By Andrew Kleinschmidt4 years ago in Fiction
'Til Death Do Us Part
The sun was high in the sky, and Claudette felt thirst consuming her. How long had it been since she had last drunk? A week, maybe two, she thought. Not that it mattered-- after a few days, her thirst did not change. A curious side effect of her condition, she thought. She would have searched for answers, but she was too tired. So, so tired, after all these years.
By Andrew Kleinschmidt5 years ago in Fiction
