THE ICE STORM – 100 words
After the storm, the world fell silent. The endless night was strangely peaceful. The road ahead shimmered in reflected moonlight, beautiful, but empty. No one would be coming to find me.
I was so very tired. I rested against a frozen tree, each breath an icicle piercing my heart. If I could only sleep…but sleep meant death. I wanted to cry, but my tears would freeze on my face, my eyelashes frozen together. If I could only shut my eyes for a moment, I thought, and I closed my eyes and saw the last sunrise.