I wrote this for my Intermediate Creative Writing course at UW. The assignment was to create two connecting scenes.
I now present to you "Morgan Freeze" written January 30, 2001; Modified January 29, 2002.
Morgan Freeze
Morgan Freeze The music from the little battery-operated radio flickered in time with the red light by the power button. Soon the light would fade taking the music with it. When that happened, Morgan would be left in a cold, dark, soundless room by himself. From a fetal position on the couch within a nest of blankets, sheets, clothes, and whatever else he could find around his small house, Morgan watched the little light. He couldn't remember ever being colder than he had been this last couple of weeks. His eyelids started to drift down over his pale blue eyes. He hardly noticed the fading of the red light.
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Snow crunched under his feet as Morgan made his way to the grocery store. It was barely light out and Morgan would normally still be asleep but he needed to get more batteries. Walking down the street, Morgan looked at the houses; they were all dark. The paths that had been cleared the day before were now covered with a few inches of new snow. The snow refused to quit falling. Morgan wished it would. The snow had caused the power to fail and made the tree come through the roof in his bedroom allowing the cold to invade his house and forcing him into the living room. These houses were all intact. Morgan was mad. There was no reason for him to be stuck with a broken house.
At least now he didn't have to worry about all the work these people had to do during the snowy days. In a few hours they would be rushing about clearing the snow away, running to the grocery for more food or wood, and filling their generators. Morgan use to have a generator. It had been stolen the first week of the storm along with all the cash Morgan had at the house. Morgan wished he had caught the thief. He wanted his generator back.
Morgan continued down the abandoned street: past an electronics store that was boarded up, an open bank with a few lights, and a tool store which was just receiving a new shipment of generators. He kept going. He had to get batteries.
Copyright 2002, K.C. Ramey. Don't take this without my permission. you can read it but don't steal it as your own. If you want to use it as an example please e-mail me with what you want to use it for. sardogmom@yahoo.com