Gloves #TuesdayTidbit #Fiction #Inspiration

Gloves #TuesdayTidbit #Fiction #Inspiration

Gloves #TuesdayTidbit #Fiction #Inspiration

GLOVES

By Abbie Johnson Taylor

Copyright 2005

The snow fell in a wall of white, obscuring Zoe’s view of the road and the darkening sky. “Why didn’t I stay where I was?” she asked herself, as she drove at a snail’s pace along the Shirley Basin Road that wound its way from Medicine Bow to Casper, Wyoming.

As the car’s interior grew colder, she fiddled with the heater knob, but nothing happened. “Dammit! No heat!”

She pulled to the side of the road, ignoring the sliding noise the tires made. She searched for her gloves, but they weren’t in her coat pockets or her purse. “I must have left them at the convenience store in Medicine Bow.”

After taking several deep breaths and warming her hands in her pockets, she said, “I should go back. There are people in Medicine Bow. There is warmth in Medicine Bow.”

The engine whined, and the tires skidded on the ice under the newly fallen snow. In a frantic effort to free herself, she gunned the engine and rocked the car back and forth. The motor continued to whine as the tires slipped deeper into the drift. After a few more minutes of struggling, she switched off the engine and stuffed her cold hands in her pockets.

The night was silent except for the wind and the soft thud of snow pelting the car. Shivering, she zipped her winter coat as high as it would go. After tightening the hood around her face, she wriggled her toes inside her boots. With a sigh of resignation, she buried her hands deeper in her coat pockets and settled herself more comfortably.

“It doesn’t matter,” she told herself. “If God exists, and this is His way of punishing me for running away, so be it.” She touched the bruise on her cheek she received the day before, hoping that was the last time Dirk would hit her. Resting her head on the seat back, she closed her eyes and let herself drift, knowing this was dangerous.

Several sharp thuds on her driver’s side window woke her. A car idled behind her, its exhaust creating an eerie specter in the freezing air. Turning her head, she gasped in horror when she saw

Keep reading here to see what Zoe saw: https://abbiescorner.wordpress.com/2022/11/15/gloves-tuesdaytidbit-fiction-inspiration/comment-page-1/#comment-14297

4 Comments

  1. Thank you, Patty, for sharing this here. I’m glad you enjoyed the story and hope your readers do, too.

    1. Looks as though they did.

  2. Robbie’s Inspiration Reply
    November 15, 2022

    Clever way to end this, Patty. Now I need to go and see what Zoe saw.

    1. Hehahahe!
      Hope you enjoyed the rest of Abbie’s post.

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