1 Sep

She had never known cold like it. It penetrated her skin and struck her bones. She felt it deep down, as if it were infiltrating her very soul.

Escape was not an option; there was no turning back until she’d achieved her goal. There was no way she could face the humiliation of returning empty handed.

Slowly, so slowly, she continued her search in vain. She groped around in the dark, not sure of herself.

Suddenly, a realisation came to her like a thunderbolt. It was so obvious.

She picked up a box of fish fingers and closed the freezer.


4 Responses to “Frozen”

  1. Steve Green 1 September 2012 at 13:01 #

    Haha! Love it. :D

    It’s always easier on the fingertips if you just grab whatever is at the top of the freezer, and convince yourself that it was what you were looking for. :D

  2. circlesunderstreetlights 1 September 2012 at 17:54 #

    Hahaha! Loved it – it made me laugh out loud. Honestly, sometimes when I send the husband to fetch something from the freezer, I’m sure this is what goes through his mind :D

  3. alittlebirdtweets 19 February 2013 at 22:23 #

    So serious yet so funny – I love the emotional combination. A great piece.


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