Jayson Knapp

Suneater

I was awakened by the sound of hissing, but I could barely hear it over the ringing in my head. With some difficulty, I managed to convince my eyes to open. There was a person in front of me, distorted and twisted. The man’s skin was shades of blue, purple and white. There were ice droplets attached to his eyelashes, and ice encrusted his cheeks and chest hair. The fear the image shot through my veins was quickly overtaken by a sharp pain in my chest.