cold by Susan E-mail: touchstone98@tx.rr.com Classification: a Christmas prose thingie Spoiler: I Want to Believe Archive: No archive without permission. Disclaimer: On paper, these characters aren't mine. In my head, they are. Summary: it's their fifth christmas without him and it's cold ~~~~ she stands by the windowpane her hand pressed against the glass it's cold but she keeps her palm flat spreading her fingers apart as she looks out upon the flurries dizzily fluttering to the ground everything's white now covered in a thick blanket of new fallen snow and she wonders if he's outside in it are his tiny mittens caked with speckles of ice? are his ears sticking out from beneath his white-dusted cap and his cheeks red from the cold as he builds a snowman and rides on the new sled he got today? it's their fifth christmas without him and it's cold she's cold his footsteps behind her now he wraps himself around her warms her with long arms and soft breaths against her neck i've been thinking about him too, he says gently lifting her palm from the glass slipping his fingers in between hers do you think he's happy, she asks trying to blink the moisture away from her eyes i have to believe that he is, he replies a chill sweeping through his veins as he pulls her even closer so do i, she whispers everything around them is quiet then both too lost in their thoughts to say anything more and so they don't standing by the windowpane watching the snowflakes fall they hold onto each other and wonder what might have been it's cold ~end~ Thanks for reading. Have a joyous Christmas!:) possibilities http://possibilities.bravehost.com/ Originally posted December 2008.