Pondering One's Ponderings [Infamous Beginning Challenge]

It was a dark and stormy night.

It had felt like it, anyway, with all the noise of that falling snow and the sudden darkness that went over James’ head when the avalanche was a few milliseconds away from hitting him.

And if he remembered correctly, the weather man had reported sudden showers for tonight.

At first, James had frozen still when he heard the distant thundering above him. But, for some reason, his skis didn’t obey his brain waves, and kept going downhill as James muttered about horrible weather ruining his vacation.

Of course, at that moment, he hadn’t thought about how being buried under 50 feet of snow could ruin a vacation just as easily.

Luckily for James, he had been an avid cub scout as a child, and he made himself as comfortable as one can, knowing of one’s imminent death, in a nice, small snow cave he had dug with his own two hands.

He was quite proud of it, as a matter of fact.

James settled down for a long and stormy night, pondering his ponderings, waiting for rescue.

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