This short story was included in The Cinnamon Circus, a collection of short stories featuring Cinnamon, Gran and the all-knowing Aunt Rissa.
Published by W. C. McClure
W. C. McClure can be a difficult one to track down, given time, space and other universal shifts that might be afoot, which is most disconcerting when she disappears in plain sight. If cornered on the subject, she claims merely that she’s looking for something. On the near side of dreams, you may find W to be focused and somewhat quiet. A working mom, W steals small moments to write, most often in her work lunch room or after everyone else in the house is asleep. Writing is a passion that won't be set aside. On the few ill-advised occasions when she tried, it resulted in sleepless nights, a restless mind and long binges of poorly acted supernatural teenage drama television shows. For everyone's sake, she has promised not to try that again. On the far side of dreams, W is an adventurer, innovator and fearless champion for light, creativity and the parts of our world in need of championing. When stars align, W is able to call this version of herself into the near side of dreams. During the times in between, this connection is woven into the stories W crafts. Indoctrinated into the secret arts of description by the legendary gurus of a remote snow-swept world, W is careful to exercise her literary skills only for the sake of good. It is at times a razor’s edge. If you like what you've read on this blog, you may also enjoy the bonus content at https://www.patreon.com/wcmcclure. There you're likely to find behind the scenes peeks, polls, extra tales and anecdotes, publication announcements and more. There is no obligation to become a patron - although if you do, your support helps toward allowing W to create more stories. Either way, you're a welcome part of this community and W thanks you for reading from the bottom of her heart. View all posts by W. C. McClure