This is a piece of Flash Fiction that I wrote a few years ago. I really enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it. If you do, please consider passing the link along to someone else whom you think might enjoy it as well. — Elsa and Little Stevie had heard nothing but glorious things about life in Montreal. They heard there were no soldiers in the streets, and no shortages of food in the stores. There were no spontaneous exchanges of gunfire or loud explosions that forced people into shelters. …