This week for our Story Dam prompt we were asked to write about “The Dead of Winter”. This is what I came up with:
“I know I’ve said this a bazillion times but, IT’S FREEZING!” Dawn said through chattering teeth.
Phil shook his head. She had been complaining about the temperatures ever since they moved there in June. “Honey, I told you it was going to be colder than what you thought; you said you could handle it.”
Teeth still chattering, “I lied” as she wrapped her scarf around her head one more time. ‘Besides, when we first got here the only snow was on top of the mountains, not on my head!”
“Drama queen, you’re not even outside yet” he laughed at her.
“It’s knowing how cold it is” she replied shivering.
It was everywhere, covering every inch of anything it touched. Some things were barely recognizable to what they actually were. The air was so thick with it she could barely see. Simple everyday tasks were now becoming more time consuming due to all the layers of clothing involved. Today for example she was wearing: two t-shirts under her sweater, three pairs of socks, and itchy thermal underwear underneath her pants.
She really wanted to like it. As a child she played in the snow every winter. But not even that had prepared her for the amount she had been dealing with since late August. Since most of the snow she remembered from back then had quickly melted after a week or two.
She stood at the door and braced herself for the sudden gust of wind she knew was about to hit her, a few times it had taken her by surprise so she learned to get prepared and psych herself out. Sometimes it helped, but most of the time it was a waste of time.
Quickly closing the door behind her, she looked for the trail Phil had shoveled an hour before. Had he not been indoors warming up from that, he’d have been the one coming out to do this.
The trail was still somewhat visible but was quickly filling up with snow making it hard to tell where she was actually walking. “Please don’t let me fall today” The week before she had made the same trip and fell on her way back taking almost 30 minutes to get back on her feet since she laid there for a good 20 minutes laughing before Phil looked out the window and came to get her. (The other 10 was spent laughing at Phil, he had thrown her pink scarf around his head on the way out the door) Today she wasn’t in the mood to laugh in the snow; she was tired of it, and wishing they had gotten orders for Hawaii instead. “Damn Army” she thought.
Looking towards the end of the trail she saw her destination: the mailbox. Her sister had sent a package that was scheduled to arrive today or she wouldn’t have even bothered. When she saw the lights from the postal truck after Phil had snuggled in by the fire, she told him she’d go check the box. “Damn my stupid sister, how dare she send me a box, doesn’t she know checking the mail here is life threatening?”
Ten minutes later as she joined Phil in front of the fire.
‘What was in your package?”
“It was frozen shut again, huh?” Phil replied with a giggle.