The snow was coming down in earnest – and we still had not found a place to take shelter. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was starting to panic. Rachel looked bad, staggering as she walked knee deep in the snow.
I didn’t see it at first –a grey smudge against the blinding whiteness of the storm. As we inched our way closer, my heart leaped when I realised it was a small wooden shack. It was barely tall enough for us to walk through the doorway, but it was our best chance.
I should have realised something was wrong. I had been so cold and numb that I had walked straight in without looking around. This was a mistake that would haunt my dreams in the weeks and months to come. Freezing to death would have been much better than the fate that awaited us behind that door.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan. Thank you Yinglan!
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
Week of 04-10 through 04-16-2018