Realm of the Polar Bear
By Alex Morgan
Jarrod banged his head against the steering wheel of his truck in frustration, hoping the end would come soon. The snow fell around his truck in large flakes, the size of cottonwood leaves from the previous autumn. Wind shook the vehicle, rattling every loose bolt and setting the pair of handcuffs hanging from his rear view mirror in motion.
What would it be like to freeze to death? he wondered. Do I lose consciousness first or do I just turn to solid ice? I thought a hairy body was supposed to keep you warm. He scoffed. So much for that theory.
Despite all the lectures from his father, Jarrod never heeded his advice for traveling during the winter, never took precautions for being stranded on the side of the road in a snow drift. No food, no blan
