For the A-Z Challenge, I'm going to post microfiction - each post will be themed around a place, from buildings and tiny villages to countries and continents. To kick off, I'm heading to somewhere remote, fascinating and beautiful, that I have always dreamed of visiting: Alaska.
Kayla stepped out of the SUV gingerly, planting her feet carefully on the deep snow. Only her eyes and upper cheekbones were exposed but she instantly felt the bite of the cold Alaskan air on her skin. She watched as Tom unloaded their backpacks and boxes of groceries on the driveway of the Boreal Lodge.
'This. . .' Tom said, looking around at the landscape as though he'd built it. 'It's exactly what I dreamed of. This is just what we need. Isn't it amazing?'
Kayla was sure it was beautiful, but she wasn't in the best frame of mind for appreciating scenery. Seventy-five miles north of the Arctic Circle, in a village with 22 inhabitants and no shops, stiff from hours of driving from Fairbanks and the even longer flight from Texas.
It seemed an odd way to save a marriage.