The Snowstorm
aka A PERPETUAL STATE OF AWE a short story (originally published in Atticus Review, then The Glass City)
© Jen Knox
We have six gallons of drinking water, half a box of graham crackers, and oatmeal we’ve been eating with minimal water and warming on the space heater. We had perhaps our last small fire yesterday, and Joshua found a few packs of raisins, a food that used to make me cringe, behind the fridge. Consumables dwindle so incredibly fast. The plump raisins on my dry tongue were as tasty as any piece of three-layer chocolate cake would have been to my former self, the woman of only weeks ago—the woman worried about consuming too many calories or not walking 10,000 steps.
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