Blizzard Advisory

This is my first paper to be posted on this platform! I am very excited to see how this goes and to hear back from you guys. I always appreciate feedback so feel free to share any of your thoughts.

This story was inspired by the prompt "Snow".

Enjoy.

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A clock striking nine, the fireplace crackling, cuddling up in a huge soft blanket, a big ol' cup of home-enhanced apple cider sitting nearby, and finally, a good book. This is the scene that would greet you if you had walked into the home of Abigail Spade. The wind whistled by as the vintage radio crackled and a message interrupted her soft Christmas music and silent musings.

"Attention. Weather advisory. A large blizzard is moving in from the north. If you are home, stay where you are. If not, we suggest you hurry back. Be prepared for intense cold and being confined inside for two to four days. The authorities predict that rural areas will lose electricity soon after it begins, so it is recommended that you cozy up to a wood fireplace and hang tight. Thank you."

A petite figure peeped out from under the covers. Her rosy fair complexion gave her a very strange, yet entrancing contrast to her deep black eyes. They seemed not to be looking at yours, but into yours, to the very soul. A worried look threatened to invade her peaceful demeanor, but she quickly quenched it.

She rose from the chair she had sunk into and peeped into a small cradle. A darkly tanned infant lay sprawled with his fists softly clenched. His tiny lips parted as he yawned a dreamy yawn. She smiled in that special way that only a mother knows how to smile and pulled his blanket a little closer and tucked it a little firmer.

The clock struck eleven. Abigail stood at the window staring out at the darkness that encompassed the outside world. Anxiety shadowed her pale face and shallow breathing caused constant sighing. A tear or two had stained her cheek as she fought a vicious battle to retain the fleeing hope within her heart.

All at once, she fell on her knees. She hid her face in her hands and sobbed silently as the enemy overturned her and became victorious.

The following morning she awoke at the base of the door. She sat staring for a moment then gathered herself and did as a good housewife does. She valiantly dressed, fed, and played with her baby boy, finding peace in his innocent ways. She prepared two plates of breakfast, ate her own, and disposed of the wasted food that was meant for another.

The day went on. Then the second. As well as the third. On the fourth, she woke to a knock at the door. She rushed out of bed and throwing a bathrobe over her nightgown, made it to the door.

"Is it possible that he is still alive?" She pondered within herself.

"Could he really be home?"

She stretched her hand towards the doorknob but was hesitant. She took one final deep breath and opened it...

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I usually tend towards a darker and slightly morbid outcome but, surprisingly enough, this time I did not have the heart to leave that baby fatherless, so I am leaving it up to you guys! If you would like to comment it would be lots of fun to hear what you think a good outcome would be or how you thought it would go!

I hope you enjoyed this, thanks a lot to all of you!