Heavy snow from the north was sweeping in, the wind was scooping it up and swirling it into a blizzard. He reached the door and was blown inside, a flurry of white accompanying him indoors.

The heat thawed him. He shook off his heavy jacket and slipped out of his boots. He put the extra logs in the pile next to the warm fire. The smell from the kitchen filled the wooden shack with scents of turkey and sage. The clock chimed midday, another hour and the food would be ready.

He would be eating alone, but he was comfortable with that. He moved here for the isolation and the open space.

He sat himself down in his chair by the tree he had chopped down two days ago, the smell of pine mingled with the other fragrances. He picked up his book – Dickens, of course – and settled down to read.

Linking up with the prompt at What Pegman Saw. The task is to write a story in 150 words or less based on the destination that Pegman is visiting. This week’s destination is Saskatchewan, Canada, and a tale of an alternative holiday season that could be seen as wish-fulfilment by the author!

You can read other stories based on the prompt HERE.