Expository and Winter Short Stories

The world outside is a canvas of driving snow and biting wind. Inside, the cramped spaces of a rental car office and a small, older vehicle offer little comfort against the building storm and internal dread.

The airport terminal, usually a conduit of kinetic energy, now sits in an enforced stasis, a purgatorial space where the stale air is thick with the metallic tang of recycled oxygen and the faint, persistent hum of unseen machinery.