Charlie went to the grocery yesterday. The roads were fine, but our driveway? Not so much. It’s gravel, see? So when the snow melts, all the little gravels turn into tiny little cups-o’-stone filled to the brim with water. And the water turns into solid cold H2O, aka freakin’ ICE.
So he got out fine. He got back fine. He pulled in here at Mom’s to drop off some bread and milk, and I thought he was going to have to move in. When he left, I watched him out of the window and he couldn’t get any traction. His wheels spun and whizzed. He tried backing and forwarding, backing and forwarding. He finally got some purchase and off he went.
Boo hoo. I wish he had had to move in.
What could he have done to get going on that ice a little sooner?
Well, he could have asked me to come out and push. Ha ha on that.
He could have come in and taken some cardboard or newspaper and put it on the ice behind and in front of the tires and used that to get some purchase.
He could have come in and taken some cat litter and put it on the ice behind and in front of the tires and used that to get some purchase.
So, there you have it: two good ways to get traction on ice. Trying to get me to push is not one of the two.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character gets stuck on the ice.