This story was written for a customer who could not get over a bad breakup.


THE ICEFIELD


She stood on the edge of a frozen wasteland. She stared across the icefield to the object of her

affection.

He stood with his back to the sun and stared back at her.

She wanted to feel closer to him and took three steps forward onto the ice.

But the sun started to set and he started to sink beneath the ice with the sun.

She stopped and he stopped. She stared at him for a long time.

Finally she wanted to be at a pain threshold that she could bear. She then took

three steps backwards.

The sun started to set again and he started to sink beneath ice with the sun.

She stared at him for a long time.

Finally she looked down at her feet and there were frozen faces in the ice,

Staring back up at her.

She realized that they were the faces of people who had stood there too long.

So she moved on.