The Trek Back and Near Tragedy

byTheAmazingMG

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4 weeks ago

November 12, 2025: The Trek Back and Near Tragedy
Distance: 35 yards. Time: Eternal.

The return trip began with false confidence. I had made it to the mailbox once, so how hard could it possibly be to go back? The wind answered that question before I finished thinking it. Hard. Very hard.

Snow had already buried my footprints, erasing proof that I ever existed. I was a man alone in the tundra, clutching an empty mailbox door like a relic of simpler times. My beard had frozen into a small ice sculpture of regret.

The house looked miles away, though I could still see my dog’s judgmental face in the window. He was probably planning my funeral or, worse, my replacement.

Halfway back, I dropped my glove. A rookie mistake. I considered leaving it behind like a sacrifice to the winter gods, but survival instincts kicked in. I retrieved it, nearly lost my balance, and saw my life flash before my eyes: coffee, bacon, gummies, and bad decisions.

By the time I reached the porch, I was limping, mumbling, and questioning every choice that led me there. The doorknob felt like heaven. I stumbled inside, victorious and frostbitten.

Tomorrow’s forecast?
Snow Clearing, but cold.
Still rude.