Iced In
A bit of a winter storm last night here in North Carolina. I went out to Borders Cafe to write with my critique parter, J, and around 8:45 got a text from my hubby saying “You might want to come home. Getting slick out there.” We shrugged it off, then decided we’d leave in about 15 minutes or so. After all, from the inside of the cafe, it just looked a little bit rainy out. No big deal, right? The second I stepped out onto the pavement, I knew I had been seriously wrong. It wasn’t rain. It was ICE….