The day after Christmas I heard about a tragic fire that claimed the lives of a woman’s parents and her three young children.
I woke this morning with the notion in my morbid imagination that I hear about one of these horrible holiday fires that wipes out whole families every year.
I couldn’t help wondering if there was something lurking just behind the fabric of our reality that demands a sacrifice each year. We may have moved on to new gods, but it demands it’s annual offering of suffering. I think this might be the seed of a dark, winter tale.
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