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Snowy Night
by Doremi
Rated: E | Short Story | Family | #1493280
There was a snow storm last night and Fran can't find her son.
Winner---11/8/08
ID: 896794   (Rated: 13+)
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         Fran woke with a start.  It was after eight and daylight, She went to the window.  It had snowed all night.  A stab of worry went through her.  She had a bad feeling about Evan going out last night!

         She went down the hall and looked in Evan’s room He wasn’t there!  The bed was made.  She ran back and woke Dave.  “Evan didn’t come home last night!”

         Dave sat up, blinking.  She went on, “His bed hasn’t been slept in!”

         Dave reached for his robe trying to make his brain start working.  Fran went on.  “It’s after eight.  Where can he be?”

         “I’m sure he’s okay,” Dave said although he wasn’t sure at all. “Maybe he stayed over rather than drive in the snow.”

         “Then he would have called.  Dave, he drove over the mountain in the snow.  He could have skidded off the road.”

         “We would have heard by now.  They patrol that road.”

         “He could be up there in a wrecked car!”

         Dave went downstairs.  The hardest part of being a parent is when you have to let go and give him his keys and trust him to be careful.

         A moment later he called to Fran.  “It’s okay.  He’s here.”

         “Morning, Dad,” Evan said.  “Thought I’d get the jump on the snow shoveling while you were still asleep.”
         
         “When did you get home?”
         
         “About eleven.  We all left when it started to snow.  I sure didn’t want to be on the mountain in a foot of snow.”

         “Your Mom was scared.  She said your bed hadn’t been slept in.”

         Evan was making coffee.  He laughed, “That was the first time in my life I made my bed without being told!”

284 words
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