Winter’s Face

   The deafening silence startled her out of a profound sleep. At first, she didn’t realize what had caused her to return from the land of dreams where she was enjoying a sweet and tender tune sung by her favorite artist, Ed Sheeran. She dreamed that she was dancing with Mark just like she used to as Ed’s song, “Thinking Out Loud” played for them. O the feeling of his arms around her leading her within the depth of their love. Taking her slowly around the floor, but letting her influence their moves as well. Mark, Mark! The sadness made her snap back and remember the lateness of the hour and her curiosity about exactly what had awakened her. It was the screaming silence.

Amria arose from her bed to look around the empty apartment with some trepidation. Causing her cold hands to tremble just a bit. Looking all around she could find nothing awry. On her way back to the bed, she felt drawn to the bay window in her living room. Slowly, she drew the curtain and beheld an icy wonderland. She was looking directly into the frigid face of Winter.

Mark loved the snow and ice so much that she had actually been influenced by the contagion of his joy about the crystal affects of the snow. Now seeing the blanketed scenes as magical and natural elements of the year. A time for introspection and contemplation. For them, December and January were times of intimate sharing. Moments filled with hot chocolate, marshmallows and Turner Classic Movies. Usually they both agreed the oldies were the besties.

Would she ever let him go? The pain surely would cease to consume her, wouldn’t it? “O Mark, come back to me.”

Of a sudden, Amria made a decision to venture out into the fairy tale of a night and play in the snow. Dressing warmly and with determination she left her warm home. Gathering a ball of the white powder, she threw it at the wall with great glee. In the midst of her childlike play she felt a hand touch hers. Stopping to listen, she heard someone say, “I love you, Amria.” Heart beating a mile a minute, she ran through all the typical reactions of, questioning her sanity, searching all around to find out who had said these tender words to her and finally going with a temporary lapse as the reason for this occurrence. Seeing no one and nothing to explain it, she reached out to the sky and passionately beseeched God to bring him completely back to her.

“I have never left you, darling. I am always with you.” someone softly said in her confused head.

Then she heard, “You can’t see me, dear but it is I who assists you every time you call for me.”

Amria fell to the ground in tears, suffocated and trying to speak. To tell him of her pain and loneliness. To beg Mark to hold her again and make love to her one last time. But no, he can not do that. Gently explaining to her, Mark told her about where he was and what it was like for him beyond time and space. Telling her of the peace and true joy that abounds every where. How he was united with all his loved ones that had gone on and making new friends all the time. Describing for her how truly close they really were, even now. Reassuring her that someday they would have a togetherness not followed by separation and they would know eternal unity. Her tears stopped and tremulously she touched her chest and sighed. Silently she extended her heart sounds to his soul in so doing communicating her belief in what he had shared with her.

“I love you, Mark!”

~~

This is my attempt at writing a short story. I don’t know but I can only learn by writing. It was inspired by listening to this beautiful song and a basic belief that love lasts beyond the grave.

© Carol Campbell 2015

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Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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  1. Reblogged this on WritersDream9 and commented:

    This is my contribution to OctPoWriMo Day 28. The challenge was to record our favorite poem but my old laptop does not allow me to do that so I am posting my favorite short story(I’ve only written 3) and hope that is sufficient to the task. ❤

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