Jed stood staring out the window of the small cabin he shared with his wife Ida at the foot of the Rockies in Colorado. He wrung his hands in despair, knowing that the blizzard outside was nearing whiteout conditions and there was no way the doctor was going to make it on time, even if he was brave enough, or maybe foolhardy enough, to attempt travel in such dangerous weather.
Jed knew without a doubt that his old pickup truck with worn tires and a barely working heater was no match for roads in this condition, and to try to get Ida to the hospital in town while she was in labor would be foolhardy indeed. He couldn't risk her life or the life of their child. So, praying with all his might, Jed rolled up his sleeves, and did what he could to comfort Ida and assist her in bringing their baby into the world.
By evening the snow was deep and still falling as baby Michael arrived safely his father's outstretched hands, squalling as loudly as the wind outside. Just then the muffled sound of a snowplow could be heard rumbling it's way up their narrow road, followed by a knock at the door, and the very welcome face of Dr. Brown. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
This post was written for Two Shoes Tuesday
where the prompt choices this week are white and lies...
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