Friday, 20 December 2013

Response 3: I'll get me coat

The group looked hungry. The chipper venire of hope had started to drain from their cold faces and each could sense things were not good. The snow had battered the town relentlessly one month ago and it just never stopped. We huddled everyone in the winter store - our safeguard against the weather - but no one expected 30 days of blizzards. No one expected to be still camped in this tiny space, starved and desperate.

The group looked to me. I had marshalled them into the winter store and had been made leader by default. It would be my job to march into the blizzards, find food or just survive long to find help. I knew the mission was potentially suicidal. The group knew it too but they didn’t seem to mind too much.

I looked out onto the snow and muttered to myself, “Guess I’ll get my coat”.

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