I am not sure where this came from, but it’s only a hundred words.
She watched his truck barrel down the road. The convoy – friends for at least a decade – followed him like beads on a string. Odd-shaped, bumpy beads, rejects from the bead factory.
She waved my fingers; the large snow dunes on either side of the road melted slightly and shifted.
His truck sped past the first of the dunes. Lumps of snow and ice fell and lodged between wheels and coated windshields in a fine icy pellets.
His truck slowed to a crawl; behind him the convoy stopped entirely. He stopped only when the truck’s wheels spun uselessly.
She smiled, pleased.
Story Treasury 
Not sure where this came from? I can guess. 😉
I like the idea of winter, or at least snowdrifts, having a malevolent (to the truck drivers, anyway) force behind them, stopping up the roads. Seems like they’re into messing things up!
Well the drifts around here weren’t large enough to stop trucks. Cars and even large vans, yes!!
Thanks Larry!
Ironically, I fear someone is doing this to me constantly. It’s one of my many irrational worries on the road. I never knew it actually you trying to kill me, Sonia.
Sorry John! I shall try to leave your car alone.
Years ago, I saw this very thing happen, but to another guy who sped past me on the icy road. He hit a snow drift, lost control, and then went right into a snowbank. I have to admit, I smiled a little too.
Damn. That sounds painful. Little funny, too.
Ah, I knew there was more to getting stuck in the snow than just bad luck. 🙂
Always! Winter is out to get you.
I’d love to know who “she” is!
Winter!
Love everything about the beads! Cool story.
I’m confused though: who is ‘she’ in the last line?
Thanks!
It’s winter. It was going to be from her minions POV, but that looks like it is too confusing.
Excellent imagery here Sonia, especially the beads analogy. Great story in so few words!
Thanks Deanna!
She must live in the Greater Toronto Area. That happens all the time here!
That doesn’t sound like a fun place to be in winter!
Oh is mother nature being vindictive here I wonder? Good Story Sonia ^_^
She is!! Thanks Helen!
I agre that the beads were very well done! Nicely creepy. So, who is “she”?
Thanks Mazz. It’s winter!