Tuesday, October 4, 2016

100 Words a Day 941


Sara’s teeth chattered and her breath fogged her mask until the suit’s thermostat was able to compensate for the frigid wind. When the condensation was cleared, she was able to see the field of ice in front of the facility. Little, frozen whirls were scattered across the flat plain. It reminded her of the time the lake near her house froze. Before it had frozen entirely, the nearly-frozen water would get whipped into the air by the cold wind and freeze drop by drop until it made a spiraling stalagmite on the patches of ice bobbing on the water’s surface.  

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