After Everything Went South

     A dark, wood house with sharp angles and steel hinges juts out of the ice like a cold finger. Sharp icicles hang from the edges. Howling winds bring tidings of drear. LED strands of blinding harshness light up the snow with a eerie shimmer. Angry snowmen glare out at the storm and frostbitten fingers tap against a scrooge's chin. Here, in the South Pole, the darkness lingers seemingly forever. This is the new North Pole.

~S. Rae