username + id: shortstop + 201714
chicoon being used:
Erebosprompt:
[257/300 words]Erebos frowned when he looked out of his window that morning. His driveway and car were covered in a few feet of snow, meaning there was no safe way for him to leave. Not without shoveling the snow out of the way. He groaned, turning away from the window. He hated shoveling snow.
It wasn't that he couldn't do it. Despite being almost fifty, the Chicoon was still in very good physical condition and enjoyed other kinds of physical labour. He just didn't enjoy this particular chore. It was cold, it was wet, and it took
forever. There was nothing enjoyable about it in Erebos' eyes. Even when he finally rescued his car from under all of the snow, he was usually so tired that he didn't want to go anywhere. He would just go back into the house and watch TV or read.
There used to be a teenager that lived next door to Erebos. Erebos would toss him some cash and the kid would happily shovel away. He was sure that the teen could do it twice as fast as he ever could, too. But that kid had gone off to college in the fall. He was doing well, Erebos had heard, choosing to major in engineering. He had no time for shoveling snow now.
Erebos huffed, shrugging on his coat and digging around in the closet until he found the snow shovel. It was lucky he didn't have any other plans for the day. This looked like it was going to take a while.