Literature
'Twas XIX: One Night At A Time
Twas the night before Christmas and from where she stood, Liane stared thoughtfully at her old neighborhood. The bridge that she stood on stretched across a river that was running some one hundred feet below her. It was just outside of town, not far from the mall. It gave her a good view so she could take in all the sights and colors that lit up the cold night air as she looked off with a somewhat despondent stare. Yet for a brief moment, she let a small smile come to her, 'fore it went back to where it had come from. Her eyes left the scene of distant colorful lights, for she wasn’t in the mood for such thoughts or sights. Her stare lowered a touch as she stood in place and looked at the falling snow as she held up her hand. The snowflakes landed on her dark jacket and she took in the six-sided flakes she could clearly see; each flake’s lovely design and tiny, fragile form, created by the impending winter snow storm. She watched as more flakes collected on her dark
