Copyright 2012 By JB Richards
“Aren’t we getting a little old for this, sis?” Jason said. Karen glanced at him from the driver’s seat. Her step brother was slouched low in the seat, elbow on his knee and supporting his distant gaze as he stared out the window. There was little to see but large fields of trees flocked white with heavy snow, a torrent of icy whiteness that swirled against them in a relentless assault. Her eyes snapped back to the road, afraid of what might happen if her concentration wavered on the winding mountain passage.
“The yearly cabin trip?” Karen asked, squinting through the heavy swirl of whiteness that flew at the car. It was a dizzying effect, watching the myriad flakes flash towards the screen as she drove up the mountain trail. Beautiful, but unsettling. “I thought you enjoyed it?”
“I do,” Jason said slowly, never taking his eyes away from the window. He waved one hand dismissively. “It just seems like our parents haven’t figured out we’ve grown up yet. We’ve been doing this since our parents got married. It’s been like ten years of this.”