I have a confession for you, this was the story I was going to write for you last Christmas. Yes it's late. You look surprised, I've been consistently slap-dash ever since I started this blog two years ago... Yeah I know, where have all the good times gone? Since it's the season of goodwill to all men (unless of course you happen to work in retail and everybody wants what you've just sold out of) you will have to forgive me. The reason that I've finally got around to writing this story is a simple one, I was wandering through the interweb reading some of my favourite blogs, when I stumbled across the flash fiction contest on "Terribleminds" Chuck Wendig issued the challenge - "CHRISTMAS IN A STRANGE PLACE" to which I answered with a scribble. If I get the chance I may post again in time for New Years... But I wouldn't hold your breath if I were you. So I wish you all 'Seasons Greetings' and a hope that next year will bring you some joy and happiness to call your own. Enjoy!
‘If I could just get a bloody signal I
wouldn’t be in this mess.’ James shivers, as he fumbles to put his phone away, his
hands clad in both pairs of his spare socks lack their usual dexterity. ‘At
least I’m not as cold anymore, that’s something right?’ He tells himself as he
presses on through the snow. ‘Jesus what a state to get into… Two pairs of Y-fronts don’t make
much of a hat.’ He tugs at his head gear, trying to close the gaps where
they do not quite meet. He staggers on, the wind blowing
hard now causing the snow to sting his face, he prays they will find his car before
the spring.
