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.”
Yes! This is Realistic fiction or maybe real. But I was there. (I mean taken in by your prose)
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Thanks a bunch.
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You either need to get VERY serious about beer or give it up for something else. Sheesh. NOTHING would make me do that, short of saving a life.
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Ha ha
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Lived it this month.
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Nothing like a beer run in a blizzard! Makes me wonder what I’d jump off the roof for…
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Amazing what we’ll do for a beer, me included. 🙂
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Desperate times call for desperate measures!
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Haha, I love this.
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