His hand on the doorknob of his apartment door, Darrin paused on seeing the rain splatter and freeze against the window. The winter storm was two hours ahead of schedule.
Darrin had a northern boy’s respect for the fearsome power of winter, and knew his tires weren’t suited for road ice. His pragmatic voice told him to forget about going to the grocery store.
But living another day without milk wasn’t the issue. Darrin knew he needed to do something to defeat the depression he’d been battling.
He hummed, weighing the calculus in his mind, before pushing the door open.
I stayed at the word-count level for this week’s Friday Fictioneers without using any compound words or contractions. Just sayin’.