New story. I've started this in a stream of consciousness, first-person perspective, present tense...so that may seem odd at first. Hope you still enjoy! Table of Contents
Whitlash - Chapter 1
Day three of the power outtage. Day
three bedding down in a quilted nest of sleeping bags and blankets in
front of the fireplace. Day three of shrugging off expiration dates
and convincing myself that al dente lentils wouldn't be so bad. In
what feels like a bad sharknado spin-off, it has snowed for 8 of the
last 10 days—which means I'm 30% convinced that an abominable snow
shark has migrated from the Canadian coastal hinterlands and is
swimming through frozen white waves inland. It's going to come
breaching up out of the banks and squash my
(less-idyllic-than-one-might-imagine) glorified cabin here in
Whitlash, MT.
Whitlash is technically the address –
but honestly, I can't get mail here. With a buzzing population of 39
(provided that old Donaldson hasn't kicked the bucket, and Tina
hasn't popped out her twins yet), one could say I'm fairly
ice-solated. Seriously, I haven't seen another soul in weeks, and
these puns are getting worse by the day. SEND HELP AND OREOS.
