Jake Noffke

Black Ice. Content Warning.

White. Pure white. Like flecks of a broken moon befalling the Earth. My skin prickled at the cold touch of the falling snow as I trudged along, knee-deep in it, trying to find help. Or at the very least: shelter. I’d always loved the snow, watching it fall from the comfort of my warm kitchen as I made breakfast for my son but now… now it was a burden. Another few nails in my coffin that just might stop me from getting home.