Night Three Morning Four

Julie and I were special agents. We were in New Brunswick, Canada, in the winter. We were searching for some sort of entity – and had only a vague notion of what it was. We were inside a small sort of lab space, somewhat on a primitive scale. A smaller window allowed a vast field of snow; in a half-circle shape from our vantage point. The field was encompassed by tall, dark, trees that had lost their leaves i ... continue reading