First Winter

I stand on the balcony in the best cold weather gear money could once buy, hefting a pickaxe and looking at the frozen things on the common below.

They said the Zombie Apocalypse would be the end of us all; all we had to do was hold out until Winter hit Montreal.

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Dream Catcher

I dreamt I was killed; not by the ax she struck me with from behind but by the company of my unsound mind.

Fighting to shake the sleep off my skin, I clutched the dream catcher by the lining of the coffin where my headboard once had been.

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Daughter

Just as I was finished washing the dishes my daughter pulled on my yellow dress and beckoned me to follow her to her room. She still held tightly as I walked into the empty room, remembering that my daughter had died two weeks ago.

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