It was Christmas day. He had nothing better to do in his empty home. He had recently immigrated to Northern Territories of Canada as a doctor. His wife and kids have not arrived yet. He was bored and decided to go for a walk.

Outside temperature was around minus thirty degree centigrade. With wind chill factor, it felt like minus fifty. Layers of garments – parka, sweater, shirt and thermal, along with ear muffs and head gear did not protect him from cold winter wind chilling his bones. Street was snow covered. Shadow of a big building magnified emptiness.

He walked alone on the empty road. “Road appears to reflect my life story. Both look empty. There are people around, but none visible.” He had all the road to himself. He could walk on the middle of the road, if he so wanted. “I am lonely, but not crazy. Not yet.”

Word count : 150

This is an effort to write aflash fiction effort with the Friday fictioneers, 26thAug, 2018, using picture prompt provided by host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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