The Blizzard
The BlizzardBy alex_gThe snowflakes hitting the window of Debra's new car were growing larger and wetter by the minute.Damn it, she thought to herself, if we had only started out a couple of hours earlier we would've made it home and wouldn't be out in this mess. Nervously glancing over at her nineteen year old son, she saw that he too was watching the snow as it swirled around the car. Turning her attention back to the road, she concentrated on keeping the car between the disappearing lane...