Winter was not giving up without a fight
but what would you expect of Winter?
It can be mean when it wants to be and
White Christmas if its in festive mood.
I was in neither as I unlocked the front
door of the student apartment house.
I was only sad.
And there was the letter in my mail tray.
I opened it on the way up the stairs
because I knew it contained palpable
magic. Before I unlocked the door
to my apartment, the check fell out.
I could have fallen on the floor next to it.
It was in the name of Justin Timm whom
I had never heard of and whom, I was to
find, neither had Facebook or even Google.
But my 24/7 bank line had and it said the
check was good to go and even better to cash.
I would be able to pay my literary e-magazine's
contributors their one-hundred for the tales I
published and for my heart to be lightened.
Let it snow. Let it snow. Let it snow.
But, looking out into the February evening
darkness, I saw the snow had stopped.
Old Man Winter was in the mood again
and so-- so was I.
StellarMuse Saved Just in Time
by Katlyn Argenta