Ariel Bolton
Ariel Bolton doesn't get visits from Santa Claus anymore. Instead, on cold winter nights, the Toronto raccoons gnaw and scrabble at her skylight and leave gifts of gristle on her balcony. You can read more about her at arielbolton.com. "To the Havens" was originally published in Flash Fiction Online, in December, 2015.
By Ariel Bolton
To the Havens
“Sarge? There’s a—thing—I’ve found at Pier Seventeen. I think you need to see this.” The voice on the other end of the line held just a hint of a quaver. George Aklaq grimaced at his screen. Trust the new kid to find trouble twenty minutes before the end of shift, and just before his holidays […]
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