“THROUGH THE YEARS WE ALL WILL BE TOGETHER”: IN THE BLEAK MID-WINTER. So I promised you guys Ray Bradbury pastiche. Then I promised you excellent aliens. Instead, you get a horrible depressing Christmas story.

Sorry.

Luckily for all of us, this one will be short–there should only be about four sections. The first installment is posted. The first problem I have noticed is that the dialogue-to-description ratio shifts randomly at different points in the narrative, because I am lame. Feel free to point out other things you hate. I don’t like the two women’s flower names any more than you do, but I’ve tried alternatives and disliked them even more, so feel free to send suggestions. Also, if at any point you feel like you already know what will happen, let me know, since I worry that this story is predictable.

This bit isn’t the depressing bit. But don’t worry. It’s coming. (I have no idea how I’m going to end this. I can’t wait to get back to the aliens.)