Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Dark Alaskan Night

Today’s prompt: She felt for the lock in the dark.

        Blast this Alaskan winter, Alison grumbled. Twenty hours of darkness. But she was getting used to it. This was her third winter at the oil rig north of Barrow. She managed the office, a better-paying job than the one she’d left in Seattle. She’d met her husband here, too. Jim was somewhere on the pipeline today. She sighed, missing his sweet good-morning kiss. Her boots crunched in the snow as she approached the office door. No light shone through the windows. She was the first to arrive. Key in hand, she felt for the lock in the dark.

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