Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Witching Hour

The "Blizzard of 2010" was supposed to be wild. I was hearing rumors of 70mph winds and 18 inches of snow in the valley. The news reports recommended that I stay indoors. I chose not to comply.
This so-called blizzard turned out to be nothing more than a mild snowstorm. Everyone else seemed to have listened carefully to the warnings of danger because there wasn't another soul to be found on the streets. I felt like I had been inserted into a post-apocalyptic world. The snow was falling lightly like sticky clusters of ash. The earth and sky were both the same color of whitish grey and blended together so well that I couldn't find the horizon line. I was the only thing that seemed to not belong in this world of the dead. My bright red coat was an insult to the somber and uniform feeling put off by my surroundings. As I walked my footprints faded behind me underneath new-fallen snow. I felt as if my link back to the world of the living was slowly being severed.


  1. Ben you're such an awesome writer. I totally obeyed the warnings, and drove home early and stayed cooped inside all night. I totally wish I hadn't because I missed work today, and now I'm going to be an extra 60 bucks short next week.

    AND I hate the fact that I believed the weather men. I take pride that I've never taken much store by the weather forecasts, but they seemed to reel me in with the rest of society this time.

  2. I want to live in your world more.