In the eye of the storm

Andrew was not used to the weather in Canada. Brought up in Malta, he had never experienced a really harsh winter and the first snowstorm took him by surprise. Had it been a few years later, he would never have attempted the drive home from work through a snowstorm.

But he wanted to get home and took off early, hoping to get there before the worst of it struck.

The snow was a fine frosting while he was on the urban roads but once he got out into the countryside, the full fury of the snowstorm hit him with its force.

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His windscreen wipers could hardly keep up with the falling snow and he struggled to peer through to the narrow stretch of road lit by his headlights. The street lights had long since ended and he could not see a single light anywhere across the flat fields.

He felt as if he were the last human being in the world. He could feel himself getting tense and when the car skidded off the road, he almost screamed out loud. The car skated almost gracefully sideways, ending up with a dull thud in the bank of snow along the roadside.

The engine sputtered and died.

The falling snow seemed to suck all the sound...