Anya Dasha Crazy Holidayl «Confirmed • SOLUTION»

Short story (flash fiction — ~350 words) Anya Dasha woke to snow the color of old pearl and a sky the exact blue of her grandmother’s best bowl. Today, the city had decided to be ridiculous: lampposts wore knitted scarves, traffic lights sang lullabies, and pigeons formed an orderly queue at the crosswalk. Anya grinned. Crazy Holiday, she announced to no one, is mine.