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Her First Winter
Gray clouds floated by overhead without a break. No snow, but lots of clouds. Car headlights flashed everywhere even though it was the middle of the day. Filthy slush from yesterday still splashed over the road. Tori rubbed her forehead as she sat in traffic. This was not how she imagined winter.
Originally from the south, Tori was excited about her first real winter. With real snow. She had seen hundreds of pictures of country roads and bare trees covered in white. Fields and fields of white sparkling in the bright sunshine. But not this. Dark clouds and disgusting slush. And cold. Very cold. A drop of water hit her windshield, followed by another. Rain. Perfect. Tori just wanted to get home and snuggle under her warmest blanket.
The light changed and the cars in front of her inched forward. Her commute took a lot longer than normal, but she finally pulled into her own driveway. She hunched against the downpour, scurried through the front door, and flipped the lightswitch. The house stayed dark. Not even her digital clock in the hall greeted her with it’s bright red numbers. A blackout. Great.
She dumped her bag of groceries in the kitchen and blindly searched for a flashlight. No such luck. But she did find a few candles. She shivered as she lit them. No power meant no heat. Thankfully, she had a fireplace and some wood that a neighbor insisted she take. “Just in case,” he had said. Keeping cut wood around the house was as foreign to her as this cold, dark, slushy day.
After a few tries, she got a fire going and, with it, light and warmth. She got up to put the groceries away and noticed some hot chocolate packs. Her stove was gas, so she boiled up some bottled water and mixed the drink. She topped it off with marshmallows and returned to the fire with her chocolate and the comforter from her bed. Nice and cozy.
When she awoke, sunlight poured in through the large living room window. The fire had gone out, and the power was back on. She shed the comforter and stumbled to the window, half-asleep. The rain froze overnight while it still clung to the trees. And everything else. The trees appeared to be made of crystal, and a light dusting of snow covered the ground. Nothing moved.
She stared in silence at the frozen world. Her first real winter.
Originally from the south, Tori was excited about her first real winter. With real snow. She had seen hundreds of pictures of country roads and bare trees covered in white. Fields and fields of white sparkling in the bright sunshine. But not this. Dark clouds and disgusting slush. And cold. Very cold. A drop of water hit her windshield, followed by another. Rain. Perfect. Tori just wanted to get home and snuggle under her warmest blanket.
The light changed and the cars in front of her inched forward. Her commute took a lot longer than normal, but she finally pulled into her own driveway. She hunched against the downpour, scurried through the front door, and flipped the lightswitch. The house stayed dark. Not even her digital clock in the hall greeted her with it’s bright red numbers. A blackout. Great.
She dumped her bag of groceries in the kitchen and blindly searched for a flashlight. No such luck. But she did find a few candles. She shivered as she lit them. No power meant no heat. Thankfully, she had a fireplace and some wood that a neighbor insisted she take. “Just in case,” he had said. Keeping cut wood around the house was as foreign to her as this cold, dark, slushy day.
After a few tries, she got a fire going and, with it, light and warmth. She got up to put the groceries away and noticed some hot chocolate packs. Her stove was gas, so she boiled up some bottled water and mixed the drink. She topped it off with marshmallows and returned to the fire with her chocolate and the comforter from her bed. Nice and cozy.
When she awoke, sunlight poured in through the large living room window. The fire had gone out, and the power was back on. She shed the comforter and stumbled to the window, half-asleep. The rain froze overnight while it still clung to the trees. And everything else. The trees appeared to be made of crystal, and a light dusting of snow covered the ground. Nothing moved.
She stared in silence at the frozen world. Her first real winter.