Dream of Me, Dream for Me
Lust in the ice
It was the same nightmare every single night, and nothing Wyatt did would make it go away.
With a hunting rifle over his shoulder, his heavy boots would crunch over frozen twigs and leaves, always enchanted by the frozen pond further into the forest. Each time he approached the unusually clear ice, he’d drop his rifle and crawl on hands and knees to the edge of the…