Ed straightened his posture and tightly gripped the steering wheel with two sweaty hands. His heart rushed as he slowed the car and read the sign: Bridge Freezes Before Road.
Edna glanced at the traffic behind them from her seat on the passenger side. Cars slowed impatiently; several honking horns were heard. Ed plodded along.
Edna looked repeatedly from front to rear, alternately eyeing the bridge ahead and the growing number of cars behind. Ed focused squarely on the view in front of him.
Edna finally threw up her hands in frustration. “Ed” she pleaded. “It’s 81 degrees outside.”
This 99-word story is my contribution to the November 4 Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge to "write a frozen story."