I have a short story in the December 2016 issue of Asimov's Science Fiction. It's called "The Cold Side of the Island" and it's about getting older, losing people, childhood friends growing into different people, and most of all it's about finding a dead thing in the woods.
The full list of my short stories is here.
Lacie missed the funeral. She overslept and didn't get out of Providence until after ten, and any chance she had of making up the time vanished when the storm turned I-95 north of Portsmouth into a skating rink. A pile-up slammed traffic to a crawl for the better part of the afternoon. Snow whipped across the road in horizontal streaks, scouring the windshield like sand, rocking the car with sudden gusts.