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2310. The snowstorm

It was dark. I couldn’t see a thing as I inched my way home through the snowstorm. It was the coldest storm in decades. I had to make it home or die. Suddenly icy fingers grabbed my left wrist.

“Who is it?” I asked.

There was no answer. I tried to free myself from the grip. “Who is it?” I asked again. Still there was no reply.

I thrashed with my right arm, flaying it about so as to hit the owner of the grip. There seemed to be no one there.

“Please let me go,” I said. “Please let me go.”

The grip was released. My frozen mesh stainless steel watchstrap had fallen off. I made it home.