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.
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