White Out, a Novel

From the online diary of Mr K, inhabitant of the snowbound city of W. Day 1.15. As the snowdrifts begin to build, making it impossible to go about to Superfresh or Starbuck’s or Pain Quotidien or any other of the city W’s cherished Spring Valley locations, as it mounts just beyond the door, making it impossible even to go out, a slow sense of helplessness and frustration begins to build. Good, dark Michel Cluizel chocolate helps calm the gnawing anxieties that we will never get out, we will never see the sun again, never get beyond the snowbanks — but the supply, which seemed adequate only yesterday, is now dwindling at an alarming rate. Day 1.17

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White Out, a Novel