I wrote this for the Intermittent Challenge
I thought it wouldn’t matter much.
I had plenty of food;
electricity and gas are still on
‘least for now.
Then I ran out of beer.
I climbed from a second floor window onto the garage roof
and used a broom to clear a path to the edge
where I could sit down and put on my new snow shoes (couple hundred bucks at REI).
Stepping off the roof I only sunk a foot or so.
I can do this.
Leena’s Liquors is on the highway just this side of the river bridge.
It’s about three miles or so.
The prompt and instructions were:
In 99 words, no more, no less, write a story about “buried in the snow.”