Last Tail :: Episode 64: Let It Snow

 The first week of December had passed and still no substantial snow had fallen on the mountain town of Brickhedge. A first, many have said, in decades. 

“Why you could set your watch to it back in the 1960s!” One old-timer had declared loudly. “A foot of snow at the very least by December fifth! Nowadays, we’re lucky to see a single snowflake by New Year!”

The older woman beside him rolled her big eyes, a feat easily accomplished for a Chameleon. “Stop over-exaggerating, you old coot; we got snow back in November.”

Last Tail :: Episode 63: Winter is Coming

 

Of all the nights she could have misplaced her bra; it had to be this one. The day of the family portrait with, well, the family. Brigid had just turned eighteen and, as with most milestones in the Ashtear lineage, a family photo had to be taken to commemorate the moment.

An appointment made months in advance at a posh photo studio in the heart of Toronto by her father, who, thanks to his work in the Canadian political scene, had developed connections with and could schedule appointments outside of the studio’s open period.