Stories

A collection of fantasy stories involving parkas.

It was a very cold December night. It was yet to snow this season, but the temps were cold and raw. I had left work at 5:15 and was heading home. It was dark and calm. I fought my way through the usual highway traffic. I was tired and just wanted to get home, feed the dog and rest. When I got off the highway I knew I was almost home. As I drove I saw the familiar Texaco neon sign up ahead. As I passed I did a double take. I almost caused an accident. I slowed down and calmed my thoughts. I looked at my gas gauge and saw that I had a full tank. I did not need to stop but I had to turn around and go back. I know, I will buy a soda!

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