The official advice was not to travel unless absolutely necessary.

Ordinarily he wasn’t one to listen to official advice, he wouldn’t have much of a career if he followed the rules.

But heading out to work today, when no one else had left their houses, when there were no other cars on the road, when the land was so quiet and serene, would have been suspicious behaviour.

So he stayed home. He watched some trashy daytime TV, listened to the latest weather warnings on the radio, read a book. He ventured outside to clear the driveway and built a snowman for the fun of it.

The call came that evening.

‘What happened?’ the anonymous voice asked.

‘I took a snow day.’

He was met with silence, then, ‘It needed to happen today. Tomorrow is too late.’

‘I can’t control the weather.’

‘There will be repercussions for your breach of contract.’ The line went dead.

Oh well, he thought. After staring at the snow for the last week, he’d been contemplating retirement somewhere warm, sunny and far away.

By the time the snowman had melted the house was empty with a ‘For Sale’ sign in the garden.

Copyright Jade Wong

Written as part of Sunday Photo Fiction. Write a story of around 200 words based on the photo prompt given (above). Hosted by Al Forbes. For more details visit HERE.

To read more stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.


  1. With the chilling voice of his employer I think he’s right to be retiring. With no one else venturing out he’d have been noticed and his liberty would have been at risk. The snow put him in a no-win situation.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Definitely a good time to get out and get some sun and relaxation – which is what I would do if I could give it all up and get away from this snow!


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: