Hi!
This week I was prompted by a buddy from my art group to include five words into a story.This double drabble is what I came up with:
2019/01/15 – Include mist, cold, dusk, winter, trenches (double
drabble)
Cold mist arose and blanketed the world
in a sheen of even more whiteness. It had snowed from dusk
til dawn again. The snowploughs had a hard time ploughing trenches
into the piled snow, tall as the street lamps, which ceased
functioning altogether. The streets were hardly used anymore because
of the danger of avalanches. Only few brave people dared to wander
those corridors as a harsh wind howled. Those poor souls huddled
deeper into their fur coats in their seek for shelter. Winter
had a strong hold on the planet this year, and it was already late
April. By now everyone was half joking, half hoping for any signs of
global warming, anything at all! Governments were discussing
retreating to the underground and evacuating as many people as
possible to dugouts. Yet many people were cut from civilisation,
locked in due to the sheer masses of snow blocking the houses and all
communication for weeks. There was no telling of how many people were
buried alive in their homes, waiting for either running out of
supplies and dying of hunger and thirst or freezing to death. This
was the arrival of a new Ice Age, testing mankind to survive.
