Delayed

The snow is falling fast and the winds continue to howl. You were supposed to be here over an hour ago. I check my phone; no messages, it’s still silent. I am frantic with worry as the visibility outside continues to dwindle. The news talks of accidents and abandoned vehicles.
Once more I go to the door, open it and look up and down the street for any sign of a car. The icy chill greets me as I hear what could be an engine. I hold my breath, waiting, until at last I see headlights and you returning home.

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