by Jennifer Jones

The moon hangs full in the sky and illuminates the snowy scape below, a bluish glow, ethereal, dream-like. Lost Dog barks into the dark lonesome, hoping to scare up some light, and Mouse scurries across the forest floor, rustling and snapping sticks so our heart skips a beat. What was that? There. The moonlight glints on the body of an infant carried along the river’s surface like a silver minnow. And so it is, in this particular moment, in this particular fishing village, our story begins, taken until it can go no further.


Jennifer Jones is an avid novelist and screenwriter, currently working on both in her free moments. She blogs here.