That odd looking building in the watercolor is the Phoenix Shot Tower in Baltimore. If it weren’t for that building, I might not have been born. So I wrote a little story for you about how my great-grandfather saved a lot of men and captured the heart of his beloved one Christmas eve.
How about a bit of romance, a totally (cross my fingers and hope to die) true story, and a chance to warm the heart of another tiny tot (mine)?
I wrote this Irish-American tale as part of Samhain Publishing’s overstuffed stocking of winter giveaways (I can’t even keep track of how much free stuff is being offered, but I know you’ll find it!).
The story will be live at the Samhellion newsletter site on Monday, and I’d love to hear your comments after you read. Come on, you don’t want to break the tiny tot’s heart, do you? Don’t be a scrooge, read a warm story!
It’s called A Midnight Clear and I am wearing the ring in the story as I type this.