Frozen Memories

The sun was slowly setting, leaving its traces of soft purple and blue hues in the sky. Descending, it was calling the day towards it, waiting to hold it in her sweet embrace and sing it gently into sleep. The black of nightfall began to bleed like ink upon the canvas of the early evening. The twilight was enchanting, and the stars sprinkled within her sea spoke out pure and brilliant. From the heavens, a young girl with flushed cheeks was seen walking through a midst of trees on that frigid winter night. The wind teased her long, blonde hair, and convulsed her delicate form into shudders. Yet she continued on, through the echoing woods. The cold was mirrored in her ice-blue eyes, which gazed unbroken through the timbers. A short distance ahead was a clearing which carried an air of serenity. As she caught a glimpse of the evening sky, she recalled the purpose of her long and toilsome journey. Today was her beloved’s birthday; a day of rejoicing, a day of jubilation. A year ago this same day they had been together, and as she trekked through the snowy woods, the memory rushed back to her. Glancing at twilight’s sky, flakes of a soft icy rain began to descend upon her and she could envision his beautiful face… The look that graced it was one of content. He was gently whispering to her while they sat in front of the cozy fireplace at his house, away from the cold outside. Before them was a bottle of wine, two champagne glasses, and the dozen red roses he bestowed her when she arrived. The flowers were unexpected, and the special gift made her heart blossom. She wasn’t going to give him his present until midnight because she wanted him to wait with anticipation. All throughout the night they held each other, warm and secure, and reflected on their lives together. They discussed the good times, along with the bad, and even began to name the children that they were hoping to have together one day. They were truly happy, and they decided that they wanted to be with each other until the end of time…

She kept that memory with her until she reached the clearing of the woods. This was it. It was time for her to face reality. She had been hiding from it for the past year. Now it was time to confront it, and by embracing it maybe she’d be more at peace with herself.

As she approached her destination, it suddenly became much colder, and if you could look into her eyes you would see that their lakes were frozen over with pain. The settled snow made a crunching sound beneath her boots as her hand pulled at the black metal gate that led to her lover’s home. The place was dark and dismal, and had a sense of unease to it. There was barely enough light to make out any distinct object. Her heart, which had suffered bare and cold for the past year, suddenly had a spark light up inside of it, and that heat helped her to find the way. It was exceedingly quiet, and the silence of the yard reverted her thoughts back to the memory that she had dwelled upon earlier. Her mind returned to where it had left off… He was staring into her eyes, confessing his feelings for her. As they began their conversation once more, he reached over to pour another glass of wine and realized that the bottle was empty. As he suggested that they make a speedy trip to the store, she warned that it was fifteen minutes until twelve and that they’d better hurry since she wanted to present him with his gift at midnight. Assuring her that they would be back in time, they got into his car and raced down to the store. Once they had bought another bottle of wine they began home again. The roads were slick, so she cautioned him to drive safely, despite the time. But the anticipation was getting the better of him…

The tears began to collect and a lump formed in her chest as she approached his house. It was gray and dreary, with snow covering it’s base. As she walked along the path she thrust her hand into her jacket pocket and pulled out a single red rose. Finally, after all of the hardships, she came before her beloved. The hurt in her eyes began to melt, causing tears to slide down her flushed cheeks. Once again she felt her love for him, which was now stronger than ever, and the heat inside caused her shivering to cease. Standing tall, she closed her eyes and envisioned the look on his face, remembering to the exact second everything that had happened… A year ago, at midnight, was his last breath. As she held him, kneeling next to the wrecked car in the cold, wet rain, his final exhalation of life fell warm and tender against her cheek… Opening her eyes and returning from the memory that she had struggled so long to forget, she set the red rose upon his grave, slowly turned, and walked away.

 

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About Julie Tutwiler

Julie is a pro bono philosopher and proud nerd who is convinced that she was a cat in a past life. She enjoys learning new things and loves curling up with a good Stephen King book. In addition to reading, Julie enjoys Japanese culture, cryptograms, video games, and playing fetch with her Maine Coon cat, Ender. She's been a writer since childhood and is thrilled that she can now make a living doing something that she loves. You can find her work on awesome websites such as GeekSmash.com.

Posted on November 21, 2012, in Creative Writing, Fiction, Short Stories and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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