a soft invasion
covered the streets in minutes
closed the city down
My week off from work did not start well since I awoke in Narnia. The world outside the window was deep in snow and the city was, it seemed, so cursed by the White Witch that all buses and trains had been turned to stone.
The Ugly One set out with all good intentions of getting to work, but soon returned, and we spent a quiet day at home, interrupted only by a feral child throwing a snowball at our window.
Not wanting my free days to count for nothing, I spent a couple of hours painting and, when the light became too dim to paint, went to work designing a crossbow capable of bringing down a medium sized child before one snowball could leave its hand.