Cold

Everyone in his expedition had already died, and he knew he wasn’t too far from a similar fate. When he signed on to climb Mount Supahi, for science, he expected a simple trip, not a journey through a frozen landscape so cold his nose turned to literal ice that chipped and fell off.
Even if he survived, he’d never be the same.
“Nicky! Dinner!” Someone yelled.
“Coming mom!” Nicky pulled himself up out of the snow pile and hurried back inside the cabin where his family waited by the fire.
“Told you he’d love the snow,” Dad said.

Week 10 of Flash Fiction Writing Challenge, a writing prompt by Pia at Finally Unchained

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