ITFB, chapter one
In case you missed the prologue, it's in the last blog entry.
In The Fish Bowl
Chapter One
Thanks to Jim for editing!
Breath fogged his cold hands as he attempted to warm them with his mouth and his thin cut of a nose felt numb beneath his foggy eyes. Snow fell in heavy flakes that covered the streets until they grew to the height of the sidewalks as he passed through the near-empty alleyway like a slow-moving drunk; in part because of the bulk of his bulky black snowsuit, and in part because he
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