Snow blind

‘It’s got to be that way,’ Curzon shouted, his voice whipped away by the wind.

‘Why?’ Gunn’s gaze followed the line of Curzon’s arm, turning into the blizzard.  Everything was white to the horizon.

‘Because we came from over there.’  Curzon gestured over his shoulder.

‘We’ve been walking in circles!  We’ve come from everywhere.’

‘I still think we need to go that way.’

‘What we need is to find some shelter.  We’re going to freeze to death.’

‘There’s shelter that way.’

‘There’s shelter right here.’  Gunn gestured at a snow bank.

‘I say we keep going.’

‘Well, I’m digging in.’




 A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.