Solitude Does No Good

The town finally became visible in his sight, the outlines of the building through the storm. Only one light was still on, the light to the tavern that was always kept on for emergencies. Micah passed by the old factory, the few houses, the shops, the tavern, other office buildings, and the rest of the houses. He made it to the middle of the town where the sheriff station was plopped right down into place. Across the street was his destination, the apartment that always stuck out to him.

Unfortunately, there were voices from the first floor and the stairs to the second floor door on the backside were snowed in completely.

Micah stayed back, not worried about being seen as he tried to listen to the voices. He knew a couple lived on the first floor, elderly folks who were usually asleep well before this time. From what he could hear near one of the windows, they’d just woken up but were going back to sleep. That left him to start digging out the stairs.

It was always a chore for him, to do this. Something always made it more difficult and at that time, it had been a storm.