Winter games Stories

Calissa looked towards the door of the bar and gasped.  It was like an icicle had been run down her back.  It can’t be, but it was.  Jeff, her ex-husband, if you could call him that, just walked into the bar.  That feeling of her heart thumping loud enough for everyone in a one-hundred feet circumference to hear was back as it always was when she would first see him. She quickly turned her head so he would not see her loo...