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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