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 r…