Word Count: 202 - 2 minute read The bar he gripped was pure ice, his palms were frozen, his fingers curled round digging into the heels of his hands. Ragged uneven breaths wheezed through his clenched

Usually, when brushing my teeth, I let my thoughts wander... ...in December I will join the revolution and will look for my new moment of Zen : P I'll keep you updated about my experiences