Time for the August AW Blog Chain. This month's prompt is Fire & Ice. As usual, the post can be fiction or non-fiction. For those of you unfamiliar with the chain, please read my fictional post and then take a look at what the other participants had to say. The links are listed below. Thanks!
Pain shot through her fingers as she gripped the door handle. She let go, thankful her hands weren’t numb yet. She rubbed them together. Maybe there was no use trying to get out. Even if she wanted, she’d never be able to open the door. The freak storm which had left behind several inches of ice had her trapped. The room she now occupied was a mere four degrees warmer than outside. She’d never experienced such an extreme cold. But she didn’t really mind. The rage that burned within her was enough. For now.
She could no longer walk, so she crawled across the floor in search of anything she could use to break a window and the layer of ice which covered it. If she survived, her feet would be amputated because of frostbite. Perhaps her hands would be, too. It wouldn’t be long before she could no longer use them. Still, she was determined.
Finally, she located a hammer and eased her way back to the window. Her first swing barely cracked the glass. Gritting her teeth against the pain and the cold, she swung again. And again. And again. But her arms soon gave out; the ice was thicker than she thought. Slumping against the door, she imagined him lying on the ground somewhere. Was he suffering worse than she? She hoped so as she gasped for one more breath. He deserved no less for leaving her to die.
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