Snow Need to Rush
A Race Against Time
I watched my breath form a small white cloud as it puffed out of my lips and dissipated before my eyes. I rubbed my hands together, blowing into them with the precious bit of warm air that remained in my lungs. My leg bounced as I stared into the cold dark world beyond the windows of my truck as they remained partially fogged up.
It continued to snow outside my metal coffin, and the last rays of sunshine melted behind the horizon.
I clenched my jaw as I thought about the long walk home in the frigid darkness.
The dashboard read -35C, and I shivered to think that it was even colder with the windchill.
I pulled the collar of my coat up around my cheeks and did the winter shrug we all do when preparing to enter the deep freeze of nature. I turned my truck off and grit my teeth together as I whipped the door open and jumped out into the deadly cold street.
I slammed the door shut and locked it with a beep. Then, I madly scrambled to the front, dug through the still-falling snow for the power cord so I could plug my truck in. Icicles connected the prongs of the plug. I had to use the last of the warmth in my breath to melt them just enough to jam on the power cord and give my car a fighting chance at starting tomorrow.
Satisfied, I began my mad dash down a half block of knee-high snow, down the dark street toward my home. The crunch of the snow beneath my feet echoed in my ears as I trudged on, my keys clamped in my ungloved hand as I readied myself to use them.
I stomped up the front stoop and fumbled with the keys, dropping them in a small snow pile at my front door. I scrambled to dig them out as panic and frostbite threatened my senses. The cold metal burned in my hand and my cheeks stung with the icy wind whipping at them.
I continued in my panicked movements, trying every key on the ring as though I didn’t know which one belonged. I violently shivered until a key finally slid into the lock, but it wouldn’t click. Out of pure desperation, I yanked on the doorknob and that damn thing swung open.
It had been unlocked the entire time.
I stood frozen in the doorway, watching until it hit the wall behind it with a bang. As I stepped over the threshold, my wife appeared in the entryway with a scowl of bewilderment.
“What are you doing?” She asked with a furrowed brow.
I slammed the door behind me and leaned my frozen body against it. “Holy fuck, it’s cold out there,” I muttered as I kicked off my snow-covered boots.
“I know. That’s why I left the door unlocked for you.” She commented, “I heard you making a ruckus outside for a while. I thought someone was trying to break in.” She explained, still wearing a disgruntled expression.
“That was the longest minute of my life,” I mumbled, shedding my winter layers and giving one last shiver, before stepping further into my thankfully warm home.
About the Creator
Donna Fox (HKB)
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Comments (24)
Haha, nice ending! I really loved this line: 'The cold metal burned in my hand and my cheeks stung with the icy wind whipping at them.' You know it's cold when something frozen burns.
Congrats on your Top Story!
🥳 congrats!
Returning to say, Congratulations Donna!
Great entry! Congrats on top story!
Very good
I've definitely done this when desperate to pee!
🤣🤣🤣 You got me! Loved what his wife said. Congratulations on TS!!
Love that this got Top Story Back to say congratulations
Congratulations on Top Story! So happy this ended with a warm home. Need it after all that chill!
Shades of the Jack London short story, To Light a Fire. You really created suspense with this one!
that was FANTASTIC and so real on how we feel the cold.
Wow! This got me to shiver in 80 degree (Fahrenheit) heat and high humidity! Very well done!
All the way through I kept thinking: this must be somewhere in Canada... Made me grab a cardigan!
Heyyyyy D! I know it's been only a day but I miss you! I'm soooo used to seeing your name in my notifications and interacting with you on a daily basis. I don't think I saw your comment on anyone's piece either. I hope you're okay 🥰🥰🥰
Great story!!
If that was me I'd have been desperate for the loo as well!!
Brrr! I felt cold reading this one!! Great stuff!
Oh wow, only in hindsight I'm realising that you have foreshadowed that this was for the Minute challenge with your title and subtitle! Very clever D! I seriously don't know how you guys survive in winter though. Sometimes even 25°C is very cold for me. And this story was -35°C. That's crazyyyyyy! As a child, I hated being born in Malaysia where it's scorching hot all year round but now I'm so grateful hahahahahaha If I was born in a place where it snows, there are three possibilities that could have happened: 1. My body would have gotten used to surviving in those atrociously low temperatures 2. I would have dropped dead 3. I would have cried until my parents moved us all into a non-snowing country hahahahaha I enjoyed your story so much D! 🥰🥰🥰
Gurl, You had me thinking
We New Englanders can relate to this story all too well. Not in a hurry to move back.
Really well crafted, Donna! What a great challenge entry!
Gosh, For sure I thought death was waiting for you on the inside...or outside. You built it up quite nicely. You have learned well, little rabbit. Clevery done and I read every word. Kudos. How are ya child, hope fine.
Ha ha…this is so true. Any o e who has to deal with a prairie winter knows exactly what you described, including dropping the keys. Love the wife’s line about leaving the door unlocked. One minute of chilled hell.