Camren Cambra

The Death Of Poseidon

“When they talk about the romance of snow, they aren’t wrong.” Alex glanced over at his companion before glaring back out across the bay, trying to catch a glimpse of anything through the swirling grey and white. He never liked big open spaces, and normally the press of fog and darkness would be comforting. Tonight it was just unsettling. “Sure, when you don’t have to be out in it.” He looked at her again, this time turning to face her and gesturing at himself. “You see this? No insulation. I hate being cold.”