Mom stomped on the gas and the wheels spun but the car went nowhere. Rowan scooted up in the passenger seat to get a better view. The windshield was caked around with snow like the fuzzy edges of a dream, and the back window was even worse. Six hours back they left Queens, but now they were in the woods somewhere in New Hampshire. Rowan couldn’t even see a road.
“Well, we’re here,” Mom said, and tossed up her hands. Her voice steamed. They were both bundled in extra layers, but still Rowan’s toes were frozen in his boots. Around them was nothing but trees and snow. There was no here to be.
"First Day of My Life,"
The Chautauqua Journal: Vol. 2
, Article 15.
Available at: https://encompass.eku.edu/tcj/vol2/iss1/15