A Writer's Journey

March 2, 2015

Snow Day

Filed under: journey,writing — mackenziew @ 12:00 am

She frowned as she stared out the window. It was starting pick up out there as snow coated the street. A car came slowly down the street, headlights catching the falling snow in their beams. The driver had his wipers going against the snow. It looked treacherous.

Turning from the window, Kate glanced over at Bob. “It’s getting bad out there. I think we should close up and hit the road.”

Bob glanced up and shook his head. “Looks fine to me. We can work a bit longer. So go. Work.”

Kate sighed as she returned to her desk. She knew Bob wouldn’t agree. He’d work until the end of the world and even then tell the Good Lord he couldn’t go to heaven until the workday was done. She shuffled through her papers but found she was unable to concentrate.

With a sigh, she turned on the radio she kept by her desk. She was going to keep tabs on this storm. If the news said to get home, she was going to leave. Bob be damned, she decided. He could be snowed in. She was certain he would love it.

“The snow has started to come down as I’m sure most of our listeners can tell just by looking out their windows. Reports are coming in of slippery conditions on the road. If you need to get somewhere, I’d advise getting there soon. The roads are only going to get worse. So’s the weather. Be safe out there.”

A song started up and Kate sat back, contemplating her situation. She knew she should get on the road. She wouldn’t feel better until she was safe at home.

Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt. Kate glanced at her vibrating phone. Ben. She answered the call. “Hello? Where are you?”

“Outside cleaning off the car. The office closed early. What about you?”

“What do you think?”

“Bob’s a bastard. He can risk his own life, but it’s not right he’s risking yours. You should just leave.”

Kate sighed. “I know.”

“Promise me you’ll just go if you think it’s bad enough.”

“I do. You be careful.”

“Same to you.” Ben paused. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Kate hung up and checked outside again. The snow was coming down even harder. Ben was right; she needed to leave. Now.

Kate gathered her things and grabbed her coat. It was better to confront Bob when she was walking out. She shouldered her bag and marched over to his office.

“Bob, I’m heading out,” she said.

He glanced up at me, frowning. “Fine. But I’m docking you half a vacation day.”

“No, you’re not. I told you to close this office two hours ago, Bob.” Jeff, Bob’s supervisor, walked into our office. “Imagine my surprise when I check the security system and found it wasn’t turned on yet.”

Bob shrugged. “It doesn’t seem too bad.”

“They’re closing the roads, Bob. It’s bad.” Jeff frowned. “We’ll discuss this after the storm. Kate, get home safe.”

“Thank you, sir. Same to you. And you, Bob.” Kate nodded to the two men and headed for her car.

The snow was deeper than she thought. She was certain she could make a snowball just from the snow on the hood of her car. It was a chore just to clean it off and she swore she was frozen by the time she was able to get into the vehicle.

Waiting for the car to warm up, she called Ben back. “Please tell me you are on your way home,” he said.

“I’m in the car, waiting for it to warm up. Are you home?”

“Not yet. I just got out of the supermarket. It’s a madhouse in there. But we now have milk.”

“My hero. I’ll see you at home.”

“You too. Be safe.”

Kate drove so slow she swore at times she was going backwards. The roads were coated with snow and she saw a few people almost slip. She gripped the wheel while praying that she would make it home. The windshield wipers were on the highest setting, doing their best to keep the snow from obscuring her vision. With the heat on blast, she was nice and toasty but she couldn’t enjoy it. Not when she was in fear for her life.

After what seemed like hours, she turned into her driveway. The shovel leaned against the door, meaning Ben had tried to clear it even in the falling snow. It was a futile battle but the gesture touched her.

She ran from the car to her front door, grateful to see Ben standing there with it open. He opened their storm door and Kate jumped into their warm house. “Oh, it’s so good to be home,” she moaned.

Ben chuckled. “I know the feeling.”

He helped her shed her coat and the different layers she had put on just to leave the house that morning. When she was down to a single sweater and her pants, she let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, this feels good,” she said.

“And it’s going to feel even better. Come with me.” He took her hand and led her into their living room. A fire roared in the brick fireplace and a steaming cup of hot chocolate was waiting for her on the coffee table. Her favorite blanket was folded up, waiting for her.

She looked at Ben, appreciation in her eyes. “This is so sweet. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. But I’m not done yet.” He smiled, kissing her cheek. “Go rest while I get everything else.”

“Everything? Goodness, man, what have you been doing?”

“You’ll see!” he called from the kitchen.

Kate settled onto the couch, curious about what her husband had been up to since arriving home. She hadn’t thought it had taken her too long to get here. Or had she miscalculated?

“Here we go.” He carried out a tray with two bowls on it.

She watched as he sat on the coffee table, her mouth watering. “Is that…?”

“My mother’s clam chowder? Yes, it is.”

“You made your mother’s clam chowder? Why?” She scooted closer to the edge of the couch.

Ben sat next to her, handing her a spoon. “I thought it was the perfect dinner for such a cold night.”

“It is. Thank you.” Kate kissed him. “But why are we having dinner so early? Are you planning something big for dessert?”

He smiled, a wicked look in his eyes. “Oh, yes.”

Kate raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Ben leaned forward, trailing kisses up her neck. “Eat up. You’re going to need the strength.”

“Someone’s frisky tonight.”

“Well, look at it this way: There’s a blizzard out there. We’re not going anywhere tonight. And I have feeling the same is true for tomorrow.” He kissed her in between each word. “So let’s make the most of it.”

Kate laughed. “When you put it that way…How can I refuse?”

She kissed him and they leaned back on the couch, chowder forgotten. There would be plenty of time to eat it, as Ben had pointed out. For now, there was each other, their love and nice roaring fire.

So, a nice little one-shot after all the snow we’ve gotten. I had two snow days this winter. And for all the poor people in Boston, here’s a picture of grass:




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