Flash Fiction Runner-Up: First Frost ⚡️
by Abby Crofton The clearing came into view and she started running. Feet slid along the frosted ground but she hardly noticed, feeling light enough to fly. The rope tethering her to the donkey fell out of her outstretched hand, reaching toward the figure standing in the middle of the circle of trees. After a year, she finally embraced her love again. They rocked in each other’s arms, cheeks made warm as they pressed together. Read more




