https://Voice.club - “The storm’s picking up; I better go before the blizzard hits,” said Jackson. “Next time you want to watch a horror film, count me out!” He laughed and wiped his brow. Grabbing his coat and gloves, he walked outside, treading carefully. Kenny followed close on his heels.
“The air is standing still,” Jackson said and took a deep breath. “It’s too quiet.”
“I don’t like the look of those dark clouds,” said Kenny, pointing to the thick, grey clouds in the distance.
“Get back inside or you’ll catch a cold.” Jackson shivered, got into his car and drove off. The clouds moved in fast. The soft flurries of snow from moments ago were replaced by heavy snowfall. His heart raced.
Reaching the top of the hill, a car playfully swerved in the snow in front of him. His eyes widened. In the dim visibility, he saw the silhouette of the guy behind the wheel. “Is he mad?” he held his breath. It felt like the world paused with him, waiting for the inevitable to happen. A loud crash echoed. The now heavy snowfall made him disoriented. He rubbed his eyes to see better.
I need to help him, or he’ll be dead within minutes, he thought. Despite his better judgement, he pushed his door open against the strong wind, climbed out, and steadied himself. He walked carefully towards the crashed vehicle. Sickness overwhelmed him when he recognised his son’s car. His pace quickened.
No! He wanted to scream but couldn’t find his voice. Each breath inviting more cold air into his lungs. Forcing his way forward, he reached the driver’s door and yanked it open.
His son’s unconscious body lay motionless.
“He’s alive,” a sob escaped his lips. With an unknown strength, he lifted him on his shoulders and carried him back up the hill. Relief washed over Jackson as he lay Liam down on his car’s back seat. In a whirlwind of movement, he began to slide down the hill, picking up momentum… tumbling… trees approaching fast.
“Liam is safe.” His final thoughts comforted him. He closed his eyes.
