@mariellequinton

The snowplow driver saw in the distance a figure, puffy in a snowsuit, trudging toward the bus stop through the freshly fallen snow.

"That ain't right," muttered the snowplow driver, putting their mechanical beast into gear.

Catching up to the snowsuited figure, the beast let out a gentle hello. The snowsuit turned and looked up, eyes shaded against the glare of the streetlight.

The snowplow driver tipped their hat. The snowsuit nodded in return and stepped out of the way.

The beast scraped a path clear.

The snowplow driver looked towards their rearview mirror and saw the snowsuit waving its thanks.

The snowplow driver grinned. The mechanical beast hummed off into the night.