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Winner---12/11/2009
WE’RE OFF TO SEE THE BLIZZARD “Do really think it’s a good idea to start off in this weather?” Mollie asked “If I didn’t think so we wouldn’t be going,” Miles replied. “But the forecast --” Mollie was following her husband to the car. “Forget the forecast. They never get it right.” Looking up at the heavy clouds Mollie was thinking this time I think they did get it right. She felt as if an icicle was sliding down her back inside her sweater. “Miles, I really don’t think --” “Good, just don’t think. Let me do that. The snow isn’t supposed to start for another three hours and we’ll be there by then.” “But it’s starting now,” she pointed out as a few flakes swirled by. “Get in the car! I want to get over the mountain before dark.” Against her better judgment she got in. “We’ll have heat in here in a few minutes.” By the time they exited the throughway the snow was coming down. Mollie ventured a suggestion. “It’s snowing harder. I think we should turn back.” “If I listened to you we’d never go anywhere.” She fell silent, praying. It was snowing harder as they started uphill. The higher they got on the mountain road the worse the visibility got. Presently she asked, “Miles are we stuck?” “We aren’t stuck.” “Then why aren’t we moving?” The only thing to do was call for help. He punched the number into his phone. When the snowplow arrived it was nearly dark. The snowplow guy said “What were you doing out there anyway? Miles said, “She wanted to get to the kids’ house for Christmas. You know how women are.” Mollie punched him in the ribs. He asked, “What?” 285 words
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