An Unpleasant Taste

A short story that packs a punch. Heaven, Hell, and a drinking contest like no other. A darkly comic ride across the ether. Keep your arms and legs inside at all times, and hold on to your hat. You will be entertained.

“The pure white ground was snow. Packed hard snow, almost ice, almost dry to the touch, fresh fallen two weeks ago. The kind of snow you run out onto on Christmas morning. The kind of snow you build a snowman with if you have kids. Lay spread eagle on the ground and draw a snow angel. Perfect crystalline snow.”