This short story was published in Flash Flood Journal several years ago. It is very loosely based on something said in a real life incident. You’ve got to love the internet (and friends who share the weirdness with you).
Trigger warning: this story is very dark, contains bad language, low morals and pigs. Still with me? Good. I hope you enjoy.
I’m typing this in my armchair, looking out at the snow – it’s a blizzard out there! – and listening to a classical music playlist I have on Spotify. It’s my go-to music for almost everything I write that isn’t novel specific. It also seems apt for the winter weather outside – it lends the cars sliding on the Clyde Tunnel exit a certain grace that they lack in the metal. I can hear the wind howling but normal traffic noise is deadened by the snow. And I’m of a mind to write a horror story. Continue reading “A Dark and Stormy Night: The Weather In Fiction”→