Microdosing - 100mg of a Snowstorm
Prompt: SNOWSTORM
Our prompt for today is SNOWSTORM
Write a story in 100 words!
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Their stomachs were tied to a knot, and the regrets were settling in. The same thoughts circled over and over in their heads as they ran around the flat figuring out what to wear—why did we make plans for Saturday?
Finally, all dressed up, they opened the front door just to stare into a snow wall. A bit of it trickled down on their shoes—which were already empty—before the doors slammed shut.
In mere seconds, they were back in pajamas, embraced by their lovely couch.
“What a shame, huh?” May asked, and they both laughed the way only introverts understand.
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The Snowstorm
The coffee house vowed to remain open all night because of the snowstorm. I was sitting near the gas fireplace sipping on my third hot cocoa watching the winds whip the snow into a frenzy.
A well bundled creature emerged from the haze. It was covered head to toe in the white stuff. Quickly the door opened and closed. This wild creature began the dance of peeling off clothes until a tiny figure emerged.
“One latte,” she intoned softly before turning.
“Ah, there you are.” She said, looking at me. “Are you staying or coming home?”
She had found me.
I'd finally had enough of his abuse. I donned my parka, picked up my suitcase, and headed for the door.
"What, are you nuts? Look out the window, there's a blazing blizzard out there!"
I stopped to stare at him, remembering his cruel words and gaslight games. I lifted my free hand to my cheek, still smarting from his slap. The past and present were intolerable. I put my hand to the doorknob.
"Okay, bitch, but once you leave, you can't come back."
I briefly considered the blinding snowstorm before me, and walked out into the swirling whiteness of my future.