Ice Creative Writing

The snow was plain and white, frozen in a sheet of plastic. It suffocated the rolling hills and chilled every tree branch to the bone. It was an old snow, aged with speckles of dirt. Everyday, the sun would arrive in all its glory, pouring out light and warmth to spread across the earth. And as always the clouds never trailed far behind. They clung to the reign of frost and lingered in darkness. The roads were slicked over, black with an invisible coat of ice. Alex was met by a crisp burst of air as she stormed out into the cold of night. Angrily, she threw her bag against the passenger seat and bit into the maple glazed donut stuffed in her mouth as she started the ignition. Her heart pounded, a rhythm to the melody of swaying keys, bumping one

Susan looked at her daughter thoughtfully. “I can call you that, can’t I?”
Warmth spread across her mother’s face. “Of course.”
The weather outside was ice cold and unforgiving. The car felt a bit chilly too, even with the heat on. Alex’s eyes began to feel heavy. She started to wonder how much longer she could keep this up. After all, she was really driving away from something, not to it. The fight had been terrible, but it wasn’t something she could run away from. She decided to get off at the next exit.
Suddenly, the car hit a rough patch of ice. The tires lost traction, sliding on the glassy black road. Her hands felt numb on the wheel as she realized what was about to happen.
There was a turn up ahead. And she wasn’t going to make it. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, but not fast enough. Her eyes widened, but slowly, as if the speed of the world had suddenly dulled. Every muscle in her body was tensed, and she felt stiffer that she had ever been in her life.
Alex stared at the steam rising from her coffee. It was black- no cream, no sugar, just the way she liked it. Her donut sat beside it, resting on a cheap brown napkin from last night’s Panda