A journal accepted this piece two years ago.
It still hasn’t seen print.
In the meantime, self has been working on it, adding a sentence here, a paragraph there.
Here’a an excerpt.
It was true the boy’s eyes were strange, as if icecaps were growing in the irises. He tried to staunch the spread, but hour by hour the ice seemed to grow. Until, he hated to say it, the boy had gone completely blind. But he still pretended to watch the sky.
Halloooo came the cry across the frozen wasteland.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.