|Reach (standard:horror, 1592 words)|
|Author: Chris R.||Added: Jan 19 2001||Views/Reads: 2114/1117||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|dark story about loss and the holidays|
...Reach... The snow was falling harder now, harder than it had since, since, since... She shook her head quickly back and forth and pulled her coat tighter about her throat and moved slowly forward, the sidewalk slick with snow and forming ice. The world a confusion of lights, faces, and snow, and she lost within it. She was shaking more with every step, the chill biting deep into her uncovered head, her bare legs, and her slippered feet. The sidewalks were busier than usual tonight, each face wearing the same icy, far away look. Several faces bumped into her as she made her way through them along the sidewalk, through the snow, but she didnít hear any words as she bounced off them, their still faces becoming briefly illuminated with hate, jealousy. But as the snow fell harder and harder still her eyes lost their focus and her mind slipped away and the faces blurred and were finally lost in the falling serenity of whiteness. She felt like she was in a snow globe, that god had shaken the earth and now there was this volcanic snowstorm she must wade through so she could get...where? Where was she going? And at this she paused, confused and scared. What was she doing? Something bumped into her spinning her completely around so that she was facing the way she had come from and her strongest urge was to go back home. Go back to her apartment where there was no heat, where there was no food, where there was nothing save a bed a chair and a television. Go back to her home. But something, something tugged at her Keri used to tug at her dress when she wanted to be picked up. Keri... Her mind twisted in on itself and suddenly memories came flooding in, she shook her head sharply and turned back to where she had been headed and made her way forward again, forcing the memories back into their cave, the tears freezing on her cheeks as she went. Her body shook fiercely as she trudged through the crashing waves of people, her hands rubbing together to fight the stinging sensation that was creeping into them. She felt that same stinging in her feet and ears but tried not to focus on that and instead on keeping to her course. God how she ached, deep, deep inside, beneath her bone, and within her marrow, to the place memories grew like wildflowers. Ached with the faint ghost feeling of Keriís hand in her own, of her soft breath on her as she slept beside her, could still hear her as she had said her prayers every night. God... Her shaking intensified and she stumbled and fell to her knees, wracked with sobs. She put her numb hands to her face and let go, let all the anguish run from her in a steady, frozen stream, icing her hands as it came. Keriís last day, last hours Ė getting up early, excited because it was Halloween day and she was wearing her new costume. And then waving from the bus, number 44, as it moved off down the road and into forever. And the knock at the door, a policeman saying he was sorry. Sorry? For what? And she was gone. Gone. Gone. Gone where she asked? Where did she go? And he stood in her doorway, his hat in his hands, stepping from one foot to the other, not sure what to do or say. And then she knew, felt in her heart what gone truly meant. Felt it in her heart. Her womb. And she shrieked aloud and had collapsed there in the open door. And the rest, the next two years had been a blur. As if she had been in an unending snowstorm. Waking up each day seemed to drain her and getting out of bed seemed to be too much. Too much... She felt as if she was living in a graveyard. Her own mother had looked after her while she could but had a husband and life of her own and had to get back to them. And then, and then she was alone. When the money was gone she moved into the apartment in the city where she know was and each day was spent in a prescription pill haze. Her doctor never asked how she was anymore, just re-filled the script and let her go. So she sat in her apartment alone, the past pulled tightly around her throat, waiting for something she could not affix a name to. Something... Keri... And from the center of her numbness there came warmth. A touch, light upon her face, its warmth filling her to her core. She looked up and saw nothing but could still feel the warmth. Her body was so numb though, so, so cold. Yet, yet the pain was not as strong, the warmth had filled that void and left her...glowing. She rose slowly, her feet completely numb and her hand and face devoid of feeling as well. But she rose and moved slowly forward again, vaguely aware now of the hovering faces that she passed, each wearing a look of sorrow, their faces blurry and gray, as if someone had died. The warmth was beginning to fade under the heat of the cold evening when she saw a faint glow not far ahead, a warm orange light just ahead, but she was so cold and so tired. Simply trudging like this was like walking through oatmeal Click here to read the rest of this story (51 more lines)
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