She just sat there in a melancholy way Silent, like the silent day. About the place, quite and cold, About the girl: she didn't look too old.
It was winter, icy and dark Slippery roads, frozen bark. The whole area was chilly white It looked like the scenario of a beautiful night.
I ventured further, to get a look at her. Now that I did she had skin like leather. I sat down , to ask"what's goin' on?" I hardly believed my eyes"She's gone!" Was that a ghost? or was it just me? Was that the past? or was that a memory?
hmmmmmmm the last line leaves me pondering i liked that :) .hmmmmmmmm from what i read you described the weather to be of a cold and white aura .which described her being being meloncholy quite well .it was somewhat to surreal so i do believe her to be a memory