About "Frigid":

I hate the cold. I could try and say something fancy about why I wrote this piece, but as I look at smudgy frost on my car window, there is no other reason. That being said, I didn’t want to write a piece that was nothing more than a rant about the useless winter that hampers food crops and t-shirts, so I took my desperation and flung it into a piece of flash fiction where an unknown man and small child have to run for their lives. Unfortunately, it seems that the cold, in the form of nameless people, will catch up with them first. But who knows?