I had shoveled a few weeks ago. Snow is falling. It’s sort of beautiful, it blankets a city, it hides what we may not like. It’s early Spring. The snow has a price: I’ll shovel. I want to write.
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Michael's recent stories, "The Sound of Blue" and A Metal Heart Shines Brightest, were awarded Silver Honorable Mention by Writers of the Future. This has fueled his passion for writing fiction. He lives in Ohio with his wife, three dogs and two cats. He writes because his cat hates him. View all posts by Michael