Japanese Maple/We Might Just Save This Night Yet: 2Shot

By Hosho McCreesh

Literary short fiction by Hosho McCreesh

In JAPANESE MAPLE, the slow, steady weight of snowfall and life cover a marriage on the brink. Is a late-night disturbance enough to get out from under it all?

Following an argument with his girlfriend, a man decides a night in an extravagant hotel is exactly how WE MIGHT JUST SAVE THIS NIGHT YET. (Originally published in Athenaeum, Bottle of Smoke Press, 2010)

About the Author:
Hosho McCreesh is currently writing & painting in the gypsum & caliche badlands of the American Southwest. His work has appeared widely in print, audio, & online.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hosho McCreesh
• Release date: Jun 26, 2011
• ISBN: 9781452450094

Hosho McCreesh

Hosho McCreesh is currently writing & painting in the gypsum & caliche badlands of the American Southwest. His work has appeared widely in print, audio, & online.

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Japanese Maple/We Might Just Save This Night Yet

By Hosho McCreesh

Copyright 2011 Hosho McCreesh

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Cover by Sean Lynch, 10pt Design

We Might Just Save This Night Yet was originally published in Athenaeum (Bottle of Smoke Press, 2010 – Bill Roberts, editor)

Japanese Maple

It was the halide orange glow of the city light reflecting off the low-slung clouds he first noticed—pouring in through the clerestories, eerie and warm. He’d been looking for a job for a couple hours and hadn’t realized the rain had turned to snow. The dog, sleeping half in and half out of the office, raised her head as he peeked out through