music to feel cold to.

[A short story. It's a little large to post on a blog, so I've put it up for download at this link:

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=IOLELDW2

It's in an MS Word format that should work for most people - but if you're having trouble, please email me.]


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An excerpt:

I press play again, and lean closer. It's night. Nothing but trees. The camera pans to the right. You can hear the wind whistling through the branches, blowing ice into the air. Silver dust. The picture creeps on, inching to the right. More trees.

There. Something - small, moving through the wood. The camera zooms in, struggles to find focus. There's a figure in the distance, walking slowly, hard to make out but definitely there. My face nearly touches the screen. It could be, I think. It really could be.

I press play again, eyelids drooping. Trees, slow pan. Ice and glitter. I am asleep.

In the morning, I wake up to the news that the world's temperature has dropped another degree.