A Cold Glow

STOP US IF YOU'VE BEEN HERE BEFORE.

We were strangers to one another. We were George and Anne. In 2025, on the summer solstice weekend, an aquatic craft froze us both inside a dawn-to-dawn loop.

Which will last generations before spitting us out. We'll never be the same when it does.

The anniversaries of our tragedy are elaborate games played on our small town's sorry citizens. After all these years, it's our best attempt to feel something.

But we don't exactly see eye to eye lately. So we're less ready today to remember what time taught us:

Some days just don't work out.