Ice

I am very glad to start the year with a short piece of fiction selected for the Winter 2021 issue of Up North Literary Journal. I hope the New Year is better for all of us – everywhere. Blessings. Dawn Erickson — Up North Lit Up North Lit

Zanzibar

“I could put  my cigarette out in it,” the man says and laughs a little.  Blond and tall and lean, he rolls the window up to keep the ashes from blowing back in his face, making the jeep unbearably hot. It is barely past breakfast. “It’s only kerosene,”  he says. Jay and the girl ride…

Over the Hills

She resolved not to cry. Not then. Not  ever. No matter what he did. He could be mean as he wanted, smash everything into a million little pieces. “Mustangs are not orange,”  her sister said, wagged her finger at her.  It was that blank time between Christmas and New Years and they were on their…