Snow Blindness

 Whiteout

                                       Ice Ghosts

Shortly after I wrote this short story, in 2011, I had the idea for a story about an escaped convict being involved in a police chase as the days get shorter in the frozen north of Canada.

Having flown across the frozen wastelands, I can imagine the problem of getting snow blindness; the area is a desert of unending ice. One of my late friend's daughters used to joke that her mother didn't drive in the winter, until one day she got caught behind a lorry in a whiteout. When she got home it took her husband two hours to free her hands from the sterring wheel - she never joked about the situation again.