Emma's hands felt a chill as her fingers slithered around the
can of fizzy drink she had just taken from the fridge in her
kitchen. The snow was still falling outside having continued
unabaited since the early afternoon. She pulled out one of the
pine chairs from under the table that stood in the middle of the
room before sitting down to watch the snow fall down passed her
window it being illuminated by the light from her kitchen. The
big hand of the clock above the door was now reaching the number
one indicating that it was almost five minutes past eleven. She
could feel her eyes getting heavier and as she took a drink from
her can she began to wish she hadn't opened it feeling like she
was now left with it even though her thirst seemed quenched
already.  The kitchen seemed unusually large tonight like it was
a big empty space even though it was quite cluttered with the
table being too big for the size of the room. She had not yet
got used to the solitude of living alone. She had recently
seperated from Jim,