For the Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. A short story in 98 words.
PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter
Snow fell thick and fast. It had been falling for days now and the city was smothered beneath a cold white blanket. If anyone knew how long it would last, they weren’t saying. She pulled the curtains tight closed and sat on the floor with her back against the tepid radiator. Fuel was rationed, and the white flakes still fell. She refused to think about what would happen when the hot water ceased pumping through the pipes, when her stores ran out and she would have to brave the streets in search of groceries. And this was August.