She fumbled her keys into the snow, cursing as she sent her hand in after them. The winter air was harsh, biting her cheeks and leaving them sore. She cursed the white landscape for blinding her. She cursed it once more for making her have to squint while prying open the frozen door, releasing it from winter’s icey grip. She cursed again, meeting eyes with a passer by as he over heard her stuggle to get the engine to turn, leaving her to beat the steering wheel with her fists, the whole had ordeal left her cursing, winter.
©️Heather Lynn Matthews