If You Love Short Fiction, Read Maile Meloy

The more immediate fear, as they drove up the winding road to the top of the pass, was that Chase would miss one of the invisible turns and they would go over the invisible edge and plummet to the valley below. The thick curtain of snow parted only a few feet in front of them, and Chase drove slowly, for him, into that curtain, following the disappearing tracks around each curve. The insides of the windows iced, and when she scraped the glass her own frozen breath showered her. 

The short fiction of Maile Meloy may have had some influence on my decision to move West.  The quote above is from “Garrison Junction,” which appears in her collection, Half in Love.  Both Ways Is The Only Way I Want It is pretty great too.