My Parents Told Us To Get Lost In The Snow Until My Phone Started Ringing

up a woman was stepping out of the other car into the swirling snow, her shape resolving as she approached my window.

I braced for the anger because anger would have been appropriate and I had no ability to manage it. What I received instead was a gloved hand tapping gently on the glass.

“Are you alright?”

Her voice was calm with the specific quality continue reading …