An Icy Encounter
By Chris Pell aged 42
“Excuse me sir” I called out “I think you’ve left your umbrella”
The shadowy stranger stopped and turned slowly to face me.
I froze, instantly recognising the face of my arch nemesis, Leonard Postlethwaite.
His stare was as cold as the skin on my face, the tension swirled in the air like the snowflakes and I could feel my heart thumping inside my chest.
“So Bert, we meet again” he said.
My future hung in the balance, my next move would be critical.
“Leonard” I said “Shall we make a snowman?”
“YES PLEASE!” he cried
Well, everyone likes a snowman!