One morning, my friend and I chose to snowshoe across a bunny hill. We were confident that we would be back before lunch since it was a small loop.
Everything looks the same when snow covers the foliage and the path.
We talked as we walked, and time flew by!
We found our breaths shallow, so we stopped for a sip of water, realized our bottles had frozen. Fear crept in. We had reached an altitude, it was getting dark, but fortunately, the rangers found us.
The take-home message is never to go on a trail without a map.
In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using the word frozen. It can be descriptive, character focused, action driven. Go out onto the ice and find a frozen story. Go where the prompt leads!
