Black Ice

Do you remember walking to school as a kid in the winter? Playing in the snow, snowball fights with your friends, and the ever so fun black ice. I remember we would slide around on it in our boots like it was a skating rink. But one day my friends had all stayed home sick. As I was walking the way I normally did, I noticed a patch of ice maybe 10 feet away. I started to walk fast and build up speed to slide across it, but as I got maybe a foot away from it, the black ice. How I will never forget that patch of black ice. I couldn't see it, it had an inch of powdery snowy on top of it.

I hit the black ice and lost my balance, I fell over and landed in the embankment of snow from weeks of snowplows. When I hit the 3 foot high embankment I landed on a large chunk of ice, it broke my spine. As I sat there helpless, unable to move, I heard the rumble of a snow plow coming down the road. It had snowed a bit the night before, and when the truck passed by, the wall of snow engulfed me. So there I sat, crippled, unable to muster the breath to scream, I was helpless. I was a mummy, encased in my icy tomb. Every day for weeks my friends walked past and played games.

Not knowing my frozen lifeless body sat there, feet away from discovery. By the time the snow melted enough for them to find me, it was weeks after my "disappearance". They had found my frostbitten corpse after the snow had melted away enough to show my foot. My friends saw it when they were walking to school, one of them had slipped on the black ice, and had fallen eye level with my foot.

God I love black ice.

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