Ice
Prologue
At seven ten on the fourth of January, she left her house for
mine. She reached my house at seven thirteen. I left my house
with a pile of bags and got into her car. We did what we did
every morning. We said the ‘hellos’ and the
‘how are you’s even though we had seen each other
last night and had been texting each other all morning. At seven
seventeen we pulled into the drive through at the Starbucks down
the road and got the same thing that we usually get, two large
vanilla spice lattes for us and a large hot coffee with extra
cream and sugar for my boyfriend. We left the coffee shop at
seven twenty. We reached his house at seven twenty five to pick
him up. He got in the car said hi to her and kissed me hello. I
was turned around to talk to him when we hit a piece of ice. Her
old car’s wheels and steering wheel had locked and at
exactly seven thirty a.m. her car went sliding into a
tree.
