It was a usual morning, and, just like any other, I was late for work. I had not even had time to open my curtains when I was struggling into my work clothes.
I grabbed my car keys and threw open the front door of my house ready to dart outside, and rush to the waiting car. The minute that I went to set foot outside was also the moment that everything came crashing to a halt. I just stood there, that bit of toast hanging out of my mouth, and stared at the sight of the empty parking lot.
There was a lot of snow surrounding my car, and I just know that there was no way I was going to get to work today. Well, not in my buried vehicle.
Now, all of the warnings of my neighbours started to make sense. They had warned me not to park in the parking lot, but to leave it next to main roads. The main roads were gritted, and people who park there would now be driving away happily.
Back inside I debated ringing a taxi, or staying at home to watch daytime TV. In the end, daytime TV won.
Written for Sunday photo fiction