I wandered off in a prairie blizzard 85 years ago. The cold rendered me spellbound, then to now. I have outlived the decree and find myself afraid to die. I cannot will cloudbursts the way I once did. I must recollect with yet greater fury.
It was a fever then. It remains a fever now. I will not die as long as I live this story. I run to Then to buy myself moments Now.
Twenty-three days.
Blood libel.
A policeman knocks on a young woman’s door. Murderers’ flags, aswirl.
Twenty-three days.
This storm.
Reminiscenza.