Blizzard
Snow Micro
Helen strains to see beyond snowflakes whirling ceaselessly out of the dark like icy pinpricks. Her eyes sting, her gloveless fingers are numb and the only sound is the squeak of snow beneath her trainers.
How is it possible to be so cold and disorientated after literally ten minutes?
The truth is, she’s absolutely no idea how long she’s been trying to find her way back to the Volvo since she stormed off leaving Angus and Lizzie trapped stationary in snow-bound Christmas Eve traffic.
Angus wouldn’t drive off leaving her out here, she tells herself. He wouldn’t be so irresponsible?
Would he?
His defensiveness reverberates in her head.
“So I was late? So I didn’t have time to load the car?”
“But you had plenty of time to get hammered at your Christmas Drinks…”
“Oh come on, Helen, that’s uncalled for. I was networking! You, of all people, should know that?”
“Yeah, right! And I’ve got a New Year deadline to meet, but has that even figured in the grand scheme of things? That despite our fifty-fifty agreement it’s me who keeps the home-fires burning…it’s me who decorates, stocks up with Christmas food, buys and wraps presents, packs my stuff, Lizzie’s stuff, your stuff, humps it all out to the car, feeds the goldfish…all so you can roll in two sodding hours late for me to drive to your parents because you’ve been swilling Christmas spirit and calling it “Networking!”
Helen pushes back her hood but hears only muffled silence.
About the Creator
Stephanie Ginger
Writer, screenwriter, poet, playwright, journalist. I love the drama of life: long, short, on the page or on the screen but always character-driven.
Comments (3)
Hmm... Angus sounds remarkably similar to an ex boyfriend 😠 Well written Stephanie
Hot temper, icy demise? Who among us hasn't been there?
Oh no, I hope Helen finds her way back. Angus is sooooo irresponsible!