Everyone was beginning to get cabin fever.
How much longer could they be snowed in without tempers flaring?
The wood pile was getting low. Soon, they’d have to go outside and chop some more.
A chill swept through Helga’s spine. It would be her luck to lose when they were choosing who’d collect the fire wood next.
She was happy to be away from them, even for a short time. She couldn’t bear having Niklaus around. He was being crudely salacious.
Footprints in the snow appeared behind her.
“Niklaus,” she screeched.
Frightened, she ran.
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt©J-Hardy Carroll
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