I'm a journalist who likes to dabble in fiction on the side. (Yes, I keep the fiction out of my day job!) A native to Massachusetts, I've lived in New York City and Paris—despite all that, I still love Boston, which is where I live now. In college I studied Japanese, add to the fun that I'm Greek-American and I've a whole slew of experiences and influences to draw from. Amusing, isn't it? 2008-02-29T02:07:21Z http://ficlets.com/feeds/author/enlightenedone <p>The setting sun provided no warmth, it was on its way to escape. Perhaps next it would see a sunrise over the Sahara, a lazy afternoon in Micronesia. But it had no interest in Maine at dusk, in keeping Hannah warm. She pulled her brown down-filled jacket closer to her body. Her every step trudging, crunching on the hard snow underfoot. The office was just down the road, around a path that took carefree minutes in summer, back when she would gaze up at the heavy sky. Now she fixed her stare on the ground before her. A sniffle.</p> <p>Steady winds whipped the snowdrifts, hard pebbles of ice scattered through the air and struck against her pink cheeks. She kept her head down.</p> <p>Every ice drop, fierce and frigid, bit at her wind-whipped skin. Each uncaring hit from the cold chipped away at her old hopes, exposing her to a soul-naked chill.</p> <p>Despite her caution—a misstep—and a quick fall right on her tailbone. Hannah winced, then looked around to see if anyone saw. Much to her relief, there was no one to help her up.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/19768 2008-01-31T20:31:55Z 2008-02-29T02:07:21Z M. Fotinakis~Η Φοτιςμένη~ http://ficlets.com/authors/enlightenedone