The Snow Storm

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Kia sat in the darkness and watched the snow fall gently; the flakes meandered to earth looking like they would never hit the ground. Sometimes they would catch on gusts of wind making them dance and defy gravity before continuing on their serene path to earth. Sometimes they would come together and hug, the clumps of snow still in no hurry to finish their journey. She was mesmerised, she could watch it snow all day and all night. She was fascinated by the lazy, unhurried way the flakes fell. She wished she could live her life like that, dancing, hugging and quietly going about her business.  

But how could something so gentle, so languid cause such disruption? She knew if it carried on like this then tomorrow there would be chaos on the streets. She took a sip of her tea, her eyes not leaving the flakes outside her window. Their little street was deserted, not a soul in sight, everyone was sheltering from the snow, using the glow of their televisions and computer screens to keep them warm.  The weak streetlights illuminated the falling snow, giving it the spotlight it needed to entertain its adoring fans. Kia cupped her tea, feeling cosy. She was still glued to the spectacle like her classmates would no doubt be glued to Game of Thrones; enthralled by the drama, gripped by the tension but slightly uneasy about what might happen next.

She could see the dark hills in the background, they were already topped with a snow icing giving them an eerie glow. She wondered what it would be like to be on those hills now, out alone in the cold, in the dark, in the snow, would she be scared, or would the adrenaline pump the blood giving her a thrill?

She’d walked those hills with Gregor just hours ago, a romantic walk on a cold winter’s day; wrapped up in coats and scarves and bobble hats, with the promise of hot tea and cake on their return. It hadn’t been snowing then but it had been bitterly cold, Kia’s cheeks, nose, fingers and toes had been numb with cold, but it had been worth it. She’d enjoyed watching the dark, metallic clouds gather threatening snow and loved watching the weak sunlight disappear leaving orange streaks across the sky as darkness began to engulf them. They agreed they should head home before it got too dark to find their way back down to the safety of their student flat. Then she’d hugged him and felt the cold blade in her hand and the satisfying feeling as it ripped through his layers and punctured his skin as they embraced. He fell to his knees, let out a pathetic whimpered ‘I thought you’d forgiven me,’ before collapsing on the ground in a heap.