I lazily lounged on the couch, playing on my phone between glances at the mesmerizing white powder falling down outside. The first snow is always the best. There's just something magical to be said about the purity of the whiteness and the smooth drifting as the snow drifts down from the sky into the unfamiliar. I could think about snow for hours.
But as I watched the snow, something on the news caught my attention. I turned up the volume to hear about the "MANHUNT IN BAYCITY". Of course, the fugitive was in my area because I'm just that lucky and, to sweeten the pot, he's wanted for murder.
I swung my legs off the couch and into my fluffy slippers. The front door was already locked, but I checked the windows. The only other door to lock was the sliding glass door that I'd been watching the snow out of.
I felt more relaxed, knowing that all points of entry were sealed, and I was able to enjoy the snow again. But, gazing out the door, I realized that there was an unfamiliar figure in my powdered yard. I stepped back from the door and dialed 911, but when I looked up, the figure was closer. To my horror, I noticed that there weren't any footprints in the snow....
The figure that was stalking me, that I thought was behind locked doors, was just a reflection in the sliding glass door. With the suspended feeling of pure terror, I turned around and looked into the cold, piercing eyes of my murderer.
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Fodder: A Collection of Scenes
AcakSince I haven't found a story I can stick to yet, I write lots of short pieces. These aren't complete. That's why I called them scenes. They are a collection of things I haven't done, people I haven't met, and places I haven't been. They are for you...
