Dark stories, tales of whimsy and random brain droppings.


“But we have to keep warm,” Jake pleaded as he dropped a pile of blankets on the couch.

“Nice try,” said Marnie, hands on her hips. “I’m not getting naked and jumping in to bed with you just because it says so in your Boy Scout Handbook.”

Jake smiled and shrugged. “Well, it was worth a shot, right?”

“You didn’t have one,” said Marnie as she folded herself in one of the older quilts her grandmother made.

“Didn’t I?” snarked Jake as he lit another candle. The radio said the power would be out for hours.

Marnie gave Jake the finger and rubbed her arms before tucking them back inside her cocoon. “Seriously, what are we going to do? It’s a blizzard out there.”

“I wasn’t joking about body heat.”

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