Mia Winters Novels & Stories

It’s normal finding a small community out in no-where’s-ville, right? I continue to drive and follow the GPS. I slowly pass parks and jungle gyms filled with kids and families. There’s a huge pool off in the distance with tons of adults and kids swimming… it’s the end of March for fuck’s sake! In Wisconsin!! How in the hell are they swimming and not freezing their asses off? It’s heated. Gotta be. Yeah, that’s it.

Mia’s face turned bright red, all the way to her ears. And once again, they gave in to indulgence. * A few days passed as winter snow continued to blanket Jersey City. Before they knew it, it was already mid-January.

Over 40 miles and one hour trip. It's too much when the temperature is almost zero. Right? My mom is white and was originally from Grand Marais. When she started working in Grand Portage she met my father and the rest is history. They name me Ziigwan because I was born in March 20th, the beginning of spring. I still got to live home 'till mid November, after that, travelling home after 4:30 pm is just a countdown to darkness. Or darkness itself. And after my birthday I come back home too. Starts to be warmer and there's more daylight.

He left the room. A fierce winter covered the forests with heavy snow-clusters and icicles, and filled ravines to their edges with drifts, so that the whole land seemed a single white plain. Great, sudden storms came, in which men and herds were lost under the pall of snow; roads grew misleading and perilous. A lonely Jaweldur howled in the distance.