On the rug beneath Elias’s desk, there was a small, melting pile of fresh snow.
That night, the heating in his apartment failed. As the room grew cold, Elias didn't shiver. He stared at the screen. He could almost smell the woodsmoke. He could almost hear the crunch of snow under boots. On the rug beneath Elias’s desk, there was
showed a small cedar shack tucked under the heavy boughs of a spruce tree, its windows glowing with a low, amber light. He stared at the screen
One by one, the images filled his screen. They were more than just wallpapers; they were windows. showed a small cedar shack tucked under the
When he woke up the next morning, the apartment was empty. The computer was still on, but the wallpaper had changed. The footprints on the screen no longer led toward the trees. They led back toward the door, which was now firmly shut.