BURNING SNOW.3

"they are a part of you. All is all and that is that." She counters with her own

misleading confusion. "All is all and that is that?" I tell you now they are my

family and friends and I want them to go away. The voice presses down upon her

and the winds pick up and she cannot tell from the energy in the air if the voice is

there to hurt or enlighten. "How is it you want me to speak? What does it matter

the things I desire, the fears that I have?" She turns to go, her bare feet now bloody

in the white snow and the swirling funnels still stinging her legs. None of it makes

sense as she studies the hole in the old oak tree into which they all escaped and

wonders was this simply a nightmare gone worse. Something she ate earlier that day.

But what was earlier? Nothing comes to mind, and she grabs her head that shakes like

a flag in the brutal wind, and runs. Through the trees, down the road and into the

oncoming headlights of a single car, not traveling so fast for the weather prohibited,

and a sensible young man jumps out and grabs her by the arms. "Miss, Miss are you

okay? Are you harmed? She shakes, her tears in a silent stream down her cheeks.

She clings to him like life itself and pulls close to his chest, stares up into his warm eyes

even in the blizzard of sleet and snow and cold and kisses him passionately on the lips.

The kind of kiss that allows you to crawl inside a person and merge with their soul...