I wrote these two drabbles as my entry for the Frank Darcy Award at Phoenix Convention VIII.
I wrote these two drabbles as my entry for the Frank Darcy Award at Phoenix Convention VIII.
Ann shivered as she walked back to her desk from lunch. Even for winter, the office felt unnaturally cold, and the chicken soup she’d had for lunch had done little to warm her. She pushed through the fire doors separating the office from the canteen and looked across the room. Not surprisingly, she was...