Story-A-Day #77: Glazed Over

GLAZED OVER

There was a strange crackling coming from just outside the house. He yawned, stretching his arms out as far as they would go. He let his socked feet slide out beneath him and relished the tension that coursed through his taught muscles as he held his vitruvian pose. It was a great day to be alive.

He hopped back into an upright position, unlocked the front door of the house, and peered outside at the curious spectacle. Sometime during the night it had rained. And yet, they were in the middle of winter – curious. He kicked at the door a couple times and it finally cracked free of its encasement and swung out into the chilly morning.

His eyes had not deceived him – the world was in fact glazed over. He slid into his boots and stepped out onto the front step to get a closer look at the cedar that loomed over the driveway. Each branch and chilly little frond was encased in a thick sheet of ice. It was awesome!

He jumped back into the house and fried up a quick breakfast of bacon and eggs. He knocked it back quickly, and washed it down with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

Grabbing his towel on the way past the bedroom, the man quickly made his way to the washroom and jumped into a lukewarm shower. HE whistled a happy tune as he scrubbed away at his various nooks and crannies, then quickly toweled off and returned to the bedroom to get dressed: wool socks, boxer briefs, clean jeans, t-shirt, and big wool sweater./

Today was going to be epic.

He practically ran out to hall closet and got a little tangled up in his coat with the excitement. He paused just long enough and smacked himself in the forehead. He had almost forgotten the most important part!

He dashed down to the basement and rummaged around in a box under the stairs before making his triumphant return.

Finally, he pushed the door open again and surveyed the glazed wonderland of icy beauty. Laces tied tight, he was ready to go.

He walked sideways down the stairs, and with a great whoop of joy, skated off down the street, the blades slicing smooth, clean lines through the thickly glazed streets. He was invincible.