Meira walked toward the door tugging
her sweater closed. She could feel the chill seeping through the
window panes.
“So I have to go out in that?” She
said mesmerized by the drifts.
“You have to. I can't. You know I
can't.” Sam said.
“I know.” Meira whispered slowly
turning around. She pulled on a thick pair of sweatpants over her
jeans. Then she put on two pairs of wool socks, wrapped a scarf
around her neck, tugged on Sam's jacket, laced up her boots and
finished with ski gloves.
“Are you sure that's not too much?”
Sam eyed her.
“Well, I don't want to freeze.”
She snapped then taking a breath. “Don't worry. I'll be careful.”
Meira gave him a quick kiss on the
cheek and turned to face the door again. She shivered just thinking
about what was out there. The snow would make it that much harder.
No, she couldn't think about that. Not now. She had to go before
she lost all courage. She grabbed the doorknob, took a deep breath
and let it out slowly, then yanked open the door threw herself into
the snow pulling the door shut behind her. Without looking back she
climbed to her feet and began trudging as quickly as she could. The
air was so cold it hurt her lungs to breath. Her feet were already
tingling from the cold and her face was numb even under the ski mask.
She reached the edge of the field and slowed to a halt. The
darkness of the forest lurked before her. If only there was another
way around. She straightened and stepped forward. As if on cue she
heard a screeching howl pierce the air. With a shudder she began to
jog.
“Please let me be fast enough today.”
She whispered into the wind.
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