Icepocalypse Cometh
Winter Storm Ruth

It’s comin’, y’all, the once-a-decade real winter down south. I know y’all make fun of us down here when we have winter weather, but y’all get snow; we get sleet and ice. A quarter of an inch of ice brings down tree limbs. An inch of ice brings down seven-hundred-year-old oaks. The last one I was in was the one that took the Eisenhower Pine from The Augusta National, a few hundred yards behind my house. It sounded like a war zone all night, trees falling, wind uprooting others, fallen branches becoming icy missles. It was godawful. Two days later, we had an earthquake. A week later, our power was back on. In short, don’t tell me three inches of sleet followed by an inch of ice is no big deal when it’s crippling with repercussions that last long after the storm has passed and the ice has melted. That’s what’s headed my way tomorrow night and all day Sunday into Monday. I imagine I’ll be without power and internet until Wednesday or so. Keep my family and me in your prayers if you’re a praying person. Perform a ritual for our protection if you’re not. I’ll be here tomorrow and tonight, but I’m pretty sure I go dark sometime Saturday night. Harper wasn’t made for winter. I don’t even like wearing shoes.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston



Comments (2)
Ice storms are the worst. We're supposed to get around a foot of snow here in Maryland. My parents were from North Carolina. They were raised in an orphanage in Thomasville.
BURR. AHHHH