Scraping in at the last conceivable minute. Hell, yeah.
Another week, another Wendig flash fiction thing. Probably the last one for a while, I think.
The challenge was to write a thousand words on one psychic power randomly chosen from the list. Mine was "cryomancy." So, I give you a secret agent, Soviets, the city of Hoboken, a mysterious sledgehammer and lots of stuff being frozen and shattered: