Flash Fiction: My Feet Are Cold

Marking a first time for this blog: a direct sequel story. If you haven’t read “My Fingers Are Cold” then I recommend you do. Or none of this is going to make any sense.

And for those who have already. May I present:

My Feet Are ColdĀ 

My feet are cold, so I wrap them in the last of my bandages. I once had shoes. But I wore them out a long time ago.

So now, as I run up the hill and along the street, my feet are perpetually cold. Continue reading