Become the WinterBecome the Winter2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Becoming the Winter
First I hear the cracking. I can feel through my bare feet the hair-thin lines spreading across the ice. And then everything beneath me vanishes.
I fall, plunging into the icy blue depths, and watch, helpless as the jagged frame of pale light slowly slips further away.
I reach out towards the watery light, even as my fingers lose all feeling.
The cold presses in, seeping past my skin, spreading through my bones and into my heart.
But even as I sink, feeling my blood become ice, I close my eyes in relief, because she is safe.
Everything else fades away.
Except the cold.
It is the cold more than anything else that is suffocating. Pressing in, closing out all else. Taking away the light.
And it doesn't go away.
It seeps in, past my heart, beyond my blood, into my very soul.
And now my soul is slipping away, melting into the frozen water.
Memory becomes liquid and flows away.
Then I feel it.
The touch of cool, silvery light. A touch I