How do I know its been twelve hours? The sky doesn't look much different than I remember it.
I don't know how I ended up here, in this clearing surrounded by woods. My memories of the last 12 hours are cloudy and vague. What lttle I do remember is riding my bike along the berm of the road. Dusk was creeping up and traffic was all but absent. A brisk wind was making me shiver as snowflakes swirled down around me. I became aware of a car chugging slowly behind me and wondered why it didn't just pass by. Snow was piling up quickly, creating drifts that made it really difficult to keep pedaling the bike so I dismounted and started pushing. Soon even that became impossible so I left it leaning on its kickstand and continued walking. I glanced back once and the bike looked like a snow sculpture. I think the car was still there too but I didn't see headlights or hear a motor.
How do I know its been twelve hours? The sky doesn't look much different than I remember it.
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AuthorHello, I'm Kim Hitzges. I am a writer, photographer, and mixed media artist who is following the magic that guides my life. Archives
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