Christmas Cupid

by Ilsa Madden-Mills

There’s got to be a good two inches of snow on the ground. When I walked in here earlier, there were only a few flakes in the air. Now, they’re joining hands, having wild orgies in the darkening sky.

He’s the kind of man you’d want around in case of the zombie apocalypse or any end-of-the-world event. Sure, he’s prone to running around naked, but he knows how to make fire and chop down trees.