A desperate family takes a risk.
August looked out the window.
“It’s snowing again!”
Bellam sighed and went over to the panel on the wall. She pushed a combination of four buttons. Outside the couple could hear a large snow blower starting up.
“It should only take a few seconds for the SnowBeater 5000 to clear it up. Does it look like it’s going to go on all day?”
“Figures,” Bellam said as she went to kids’ rooms to wake them up.
“I’ll start breakfast. It’s going to be skimpy, since we are running low on everything. Good thing the food drop is tomorrow,” her spouse reminded her.
“I got the list for next week all ready. Have you thought any more about doing what I said?”
“You mean your harebrained idea about stowing away with the kids aboard the food plane?”
“Yes, I can’t believe there isn’t somewhere we could go!”
“If we get caught, we lose our food drop privileges permanently.”
“We need to try, Auggie!” his wife cried, a wild look in her eye.
He took her in his arms as she sobbed.
“All right, get the kids ready, bring some food and a change of clothes for us all. We’ll have to wear our Arctic survival wear so we can hide better,” August instructed.
The family was ready below when the plane came. August threw his harpoon at the open hatch and the family climbed up its rope to enter the plane. They huddled around one small window hopefully searching the desert of white that a century of snowdays had left for endless miles below.
“I don’t see any relief,” sobbed Bellam.
“Wait, I see grass,” said their eldest softy.
“There’s grass below,” August whispered.
“Time to highjack this plane then,” his wife said, pulling out a knife.