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|EX2: The Parking Space (standard:other, 1338 words)|
|Author: kathyg||Added: Oct 02 2003||Views/Reads: 2079/1152||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A rewrite of my TOF Project. Thanks for the feedback. I didn't know snowflakes had ears either. Thanks for pointing that out.|
The Parking Space It is almost midnight. She sits at her window seat with a cup of tea and watches the impending snowstorm. Snowflakes decorate the windows as she listens to the weather report on the radio. There is a Nor' Easter coming up the coast tonight with wind gusts of 10 to 25 miles per hour. Already she notices the snow covering the cars parked on Lacrosse Street. There must be a foot of snow already and it is coming down fast and furious. Looks like we are in for nasty weather. Hardly anyone on Lacrosse Street owns a garage. Most of the folks here use the street to park and in the winter time, human behavior gets mighty peculiar. Funny thing about parking spaces, nobody owns the street. Some folks just think they do. Sipping slowly, she pulls back the curtain and watches the man walk his wife to the car. He is dressed in a heavy parka with a black hat and gloves. She is wearing a blue wool coat, hat ,mittens and boots. She carries her white shoes and waitress cap in a bag. He is holding her arm carefully and opening the car door for her. He holds her face in his hands and looks at her for a few moments, smiling. She smiles back at him and kisses him goodbye. She knows the woman very well. She works the night shift at the diner across town. The man looks very worried that she has to travel in this snow storm. Shutting the door, he waves goodbye and shines his flashlight in her face. She covers her eyes and laughs. It is a thing they do each night. The woman puts on the headlights and starts up the car. Her husband watches the car go down the street until the tail lights are no longer visible. He starts his vigil in the night like a constant torch blazing a path safely home. He starts to shovel and salt a path down to the street to make a parking space for his wife. It is two in the morning and the blinding snow makes it even harder for the man to shovel. The man's face appears stiff from the cold but he doesn't seem to mind. This storm, so fierce, that she wonders why he doesn't just wait until it stops snowing to even attempt to shovel away the snow. He continues to shovel despite the futility of it all. The path he made from his front door is already covered by the snow. Still he continues. His coat is covered and his movements become stiffer as time passes. Hour after hour, he puts his shovel into the snow drift and still he isn't any further than when he started hours ago.He puts down the shovel for a moment and rubs his arms and legs. He shivers and shines his flashlight down the road for any sign of life. He stares at the road for several minutes before he takes his shovel once again. The street is almost invisible by this time.The gusts of wind have picked up blowing the man's hat off his head. He stops and runs after his hat and quickly puts it back on his head. Running in place he tries to warm himself. A little girl all bundled up in a coat and hat and mittens runs out the door. She has a thermos of something hot in her hands. She gives the thermos to the man. The man pats her on the head and takes a drink. The little girl runs back and forth in the snow laughing and throwing snow at the man. He points back to the house and gives her the thermos. She gives the man a kiss on the cheek and goes inside. The man looks like he is slowing down a bit. He put his shovel in the snow bank and is looking down the street. He sees something and he is focusing on it very intensely. She sees it too from her vantage point. Headlights. The headlights of a single car coming down the street. He hurries and gets his shovel and continues to clear away the snowbank. The snow drifts and the winds make it harder for him to clear. The man is checking his watch, looking very confused. He looks again down the road, shivering from the cold. The headlights of a car approach the man as he continues to clear a parking space. The car comes very near the man and stops. Three people come out of the car. Two men and a woman. The men are dressed in black parkas with shoes and no boots. The woman has a light jacket on with a wool beret and no mittens. Her red hair blows wildly in the wind. She is not smiling. The two men appear impatient and walk up to the man shoveling and point to the parking space as if they want to take it for themselves. The man shakes his head and holds his arms up in an animated fashion. The other two men gesture wildly pointing to the parking space that the man just finished shoveling. They push the man Click here to read the rest of this story (38 more lines)
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