copyright Managua Gunn
The Land of Eternal Summer Snow
Frederick braced himself as a giant hand appeared, blocking out the sun. A moment later, the earth convulsed and began careening back and forth. He clenched his teeth and thought of his training.
Not a twitch. Duty came first.
The world became calm again and a moment later, the snow began to fall—table-sized flakes that floated lazily down, blanketing the landscape. The shadow above moved away.
* * *
“I don’t know,” the boy said. “I’m not really into the European scene.”
“Well, we have Chinese, ancient Roman, even extraterrestrials!” the salesman said. “Here at Sentient Snow Globes, the customer is king.”
The Green-Walled Tower 