Midwinter Blues
A 100 word story about things...and S(t)uff.
Snow drifts jostled into impenetrable mounds. Huge flakes pummeled the land, tumbling down chaotically from the clouds. Just another reminder that winter was an utterly bleak affair as soon as Christmas festivities ended.
He sprawled on his bed in a state of midwinter listlessness, the opening strains of Grieg’s In the Hall of the Mountain King wafting from his speakers. He wouldn’t be going out anytime soon in this weather.
The floorboards creaked unexpectedly. He roused from his lethargy just before spindly arms smothered him. One word rose above the vigorous climax of Mountain King rollicking in the background.
“Suff…”
Author’s Note: This is my second contribution to The Suff (you can read my first here), a Substack exclusive urban legend inspired by a series of quirky computer related events experienced by Jeff Kinnard.
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