Arctic vortex, pineapple express…whatever it is, another snowstorm was in full force. Appearing out of nowhere, snow blowing in all directions, felt similar to her life, whirling out of control. The storms were happening more often. And would stop just as fast.
Unpredictable turbulence seemed to mirror her life. Work was never-ending, and she felt closed in, the glass ceiling was very much keeping her stuck. She focused on the road, trying to make her path clear. She felt trapped and enclosed.
Meanwhile in another world: “Mia, come to dinner and PLEASE stop shaking that snow globe…”
© Copyright 2016 MaryJane (MJ) Thornburg. All rights reserved.
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MaryJane (MJ) Thornburg is a Rose City Sisters reader who decided to try writing fiction. This is her second story.
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