Maybe Christmas doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas perhaps, means a little bit more.
It was a cold and stormy night in the English countryside. Gloria Weston watched from the window of the friend's quaint cottage as the snow fell densely from the dark sky and made a thick blanket on the cold, hard ground. Already the tires of Gloria's second hand Corolla were halfway submergerged into it's fluffy, white depths. Pulling the borrowed jumper closer to her body Gloria turned to face the room once more where her friend Daniel was crouched, adding more logs to the burning fireplace.
"Dan, when is the network saying the snow will let up? I need to get back into the city tonight." she asked.
"I don't think anyone really knows when it will stop...the storm came out of no where." Daniel replied while replacing the fire grate and joining Gloria on the couch.
Gloria bit her bottom lip trying to think of what to do while Daniel glanced out of the window. With only five days until Christmas it was crucial for her to return to the city as soon as possible. She had only meant to stay at Dan's for the afternoon and now it was well past half six.
...tbc...
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