Publish or Perish
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
A Short Interlude
The girl must be cold, I thought to myself. Why isn't she wearing a coat? The girl whirled and whirled looking more like a snowflake than a little girl. I stood transfixed at the kitchen window and watched her. Her arms were straight out at her sides and her skirt caught the air making her look unreal and ethereal. I caught my reflection and realized that a lone tear had slipped down my face. I quickly wiped it away not wanting anyone to catch my emotions.
"Hey honey," my husband said as he lumbered into the kitchen. "What are you doing?" He stood by my side and squinted into the vast white yard.
"Nothing, just looking," I said lightly and turned to give him a quick peck. By the time I turned around the snowflake girl had vanished.
Was it all just in my head or had she been there?
"Hey honey," my husband said as he lumbered into the kitchen. "What are you doing?" He stood by my side and squinted into the vast white yard.
"Nothing, just looking," I said lightly and turned to give him a quick peck. By the time I turned around the snowflake girl had vanished.
Was it all just in my head or had she been there?
2 Comments:
Interesting. I'd like to read more.
Jami: Thank you, but I'm not sure if there will be more.
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