Creative Writing for the Creator

Supernatural... The first time it happened  was on Christmas Eve, 2011.  We left central Texas and started heading north toward my husband’s hometown. A four-and-a-half-hour drive ahead. After about three hours, it started to snow. Our brother-in-law had warned us about the weather, but we wanted to visit family that holiday, so we kept going, thinking we would get there safely.  Then ice, wind, and snow started to make it increasingly treacherous to move and harder to see the road ahead. We were caught smack dab in a blizzard. A barely visible sign read “Windthorst 10 miles”. We passed several vehicles parked by the side of the road, unoccupied. Where were the drivers? Then we saw a truck, a car, and a few people around them. They were trying to tie chains to the bumpers of each vehicle. We figured the truck was supposed to pull the smaller car out of the accumulated snow around it. My husband and my son decided to stop and help. Leaving our truck, they walked up to the scene. I watch