Death of the virgin snowfall.

Icy wind chilled lovers walking slowly beneath crystal lights, flashing and dancing just as they do each night. Hands grasping each other, light laughter fogs into the sky and disappears. Their foot steps moved upon virgin snow fall, leaving behind impressions that quickly became erased by newer flakes. They quit their pace upon reaching an intersection crowded with people, so many people. Lovers pushed their way through the crowd, all almost still or sitting against the convenient store wall. Red flashes danced against the black sky, as piercings sirens screamed.

A crimson pool raped the virgin snowfall. Lovers caught glimpses and collapsed into each others arms. Questions emerged, confusion crashed over each being like that of a highway car wreck. Prayers swirled into the sky, kissing each flake before departure. Whispers screamed interrupting even those who had been fast asleep, every person searched desperately for answers unavailable. Lovers searched for familiar faces, they scanned the scene again and gasped.

The intersection now laced in caution tape encircled a man and a woman, hands outstretched as if trying to grasp. Snow fall began to worsen, as if detecting the realization that for the lovers there was something very wrong. The lovers breathed in deep and searched each others tear filled eyes. She tilted her head back and shrieked, silence escaped her lips. He held her face in his hand, and closed his eyes.

Wind grew stronger, and the crowd slowly started to disperse. Lovers watched as the cadavers were separated and loaded in the back of ambulances, with lights still flashing. The lovers joined hands and began walking towards the tragic scene. They stepped upon the pools of spilled crimson and dispersed into the wind.

Reviews

[Cicera]

The marriage of white and red, the meeting of innocences on bustling streets crossing by. Indifference was the crime.

[joshua deathdealer]

I like this story. Well written and full of surprises. Excellent work.