Hi guys!
I am finally back! Well, actually I didn't go anywhere. I was here, just I wasn't posting things. I was doing some curating. So, now I feel it's time to make some post. And is there some better way to start with posting again than starting with some good short story contest? :) This is my entry for this week #ZapFic contest. You can find more information about it at this link.
The coldness didn't affect him. His empty sleeve was dancing on the wind and the pain was dancing somewhere inside of it. The pain was still there - reminding him on emptiness and part of him which wasn't there anymore.
