The Last Storm

Daily Flash Fiction

The Last Storm

I have a bone to pick. There’s snow everywhere. This winter has already been too much snow! Nobody is listening!
I can’t even look out my window because my apartment is in the basement. The window is high up on my wall, opening just under the ceiling. Outside it’s right there on the ground, and the snow is right there, over the top of it! We’ve had so much snow already that the big hole under the cellar window (made to keep the window cleared…) was already full of snow from the four last storms. Now I can’t even see the window when I’m outside! And in my room, the “window” is just a huge white spot on the wall.
I heard Massachusetts always got snow in the winter. I was excited about that, having grown up in Florida. Snow, beautiful white snow. Well, it’s a different opinion when it snows every frigging week… And this last snow was fighting to beat the biggest worst-case scenario, the Blizzard of seventy-eight! (I wasn’t here then, of course… but I wonder if they measured my window…
I’m supposed to go to work today. They haven’t cleared the parking yet, am I supposed to walk? Well, many places haven’t even gotten around to clearing the walks yet, there’s only so many places to pile the frigging snow. The piles are already over most people’s heads. I don’t think walking in the street is all that safe when nobody can see much as they plod along and won’t be expecting walkers. I called in no. My boss will likely not be happy. But it doesn’t matter because when I do go back to work, I will be giving my notice. (I’ve already got my mother looking for an apartment for me… back in Florida!)