Winter WalkA Story by Melon RaceTwo people take a walk in the snowWINTER WALK RASMUS SCHAAL LINNEBERG
”It’s a beautiful night.” She didn’t reply, and she
didn’t have to. She only rubbed her hands together and breathed into them, the
vapourising air ascending in a slow dancing manner from her fingers into the
crisp cold evenening. ”The thing about this kind
of cold,” I went on, ”is that we breathe out and we get this kind of facade
between ourselves and the world. For just a second, we get to remember what is
was like to be a kid and pretend to smoke cigarettes. For just a second, it’s
like that little cloud of our own breath can blur out all despair in the
world.” This time she looked at
me. Whether it was her eyes or her look that pierced my cloud, I don’t know.
All I know is that whatever did, was about to hit me, and hit me hard. ”Blurring it out, not
resolving it,” she said. She had obviously misunderstood my original intent,
and while I was trying to figure out how to make amends for my unclear
statement, it struck me just how white the snow was and how poisonous it was
for me to be walking around, making muddy footprints. ”Alas, if I had to care
for the whole world, I would eventually crumble.” Once again she was quiet. THE END © 2013 Melon RaceAuthor's Note
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