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Winter's Cold
and the magic of strangers
Hello Friends,
I ponder heartbreak, generosity, and joy. The more my heart cracks at the pain of this world, the more I try to double down on generosity. At times, it feels like the only way through. We take care of one another, in ways both large and small.
That’s what my new short story is about. It’s about moving through the world, carrying sadness. It’s about a chance encounter with a stranger. It’s about generosity opening the gateway to magic.
The story is called Mother Winter:
And then there she was. The bundled up woman. But this time, her face looked younger, though her waving hair was pale as moonlight on snow. She wore a long, dark dress patterned with snow flakes at the hem. Over that was an apron, edged with green, with holly embroidered on the front placket. She combed her long hair, and rain fell in streams with each stroke.
“Mother Winter,” Lucinda said, and the woman smiled as brightly as the solstice sun.
Setting down her comb, Mother Winter opened her arms. Lucinda walked into her embrace, smelling cinnamon and clove, the warmth of the kitchen, and the cold of night. She was all of that. She was everything.
“Grief is no more powerful than joy,” she said. “Or have you forgotten?”
Read the rest here: Mother Winter. And if you like holiday story collections, check out the benefit Storybundle in the post script!
Meanwhile: When has generosity opened your heart to greater joy and a sense of magic?
What is it that you wish to share with the world?
blessings — Thorn
Mother Winter made its way into a new holiday short story collection: A Hope for Winter. The collection is now part of a larger bundle of holiday stories that benefits Able Gamers. You can buy it here: The Holiday Collections Storybundle.
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