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April 21, 2018

The Snow in Spring

photo by lb
Fiction: The Snow in Spring

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She waited for him every day but every day, he did not appear. Still, she waited. He made her a promise. She was certain he will keep it. But as the days and weeks went by, she began to doubt him and then herself. It was spring when they met and the days that followed were filled with sunshine and bits of rain. Then they had to part. Before he left, he said they would meet again when spring comes. But the constant snow just drifted and drifted with no thoughts of what would happen if spring never show. Still, she waited in the frigid cold. She waited for the change of season. She had grown to dress for spring but every day that it snowed, she was a little hesitant. Whether to wear the scarf or that pair of snow boots, whether to carry an umbrella or wear her winter coat. She just couldn't think clearly. One bright morning, she went out to the park where they were to meet. She had on a light dress under a thin coat with long boots over long socks. She was sure it was the day he would come. The snow came instead. But she didn't leave. She had no thought of leaving.

02
He came. To say he was late, would not have been sufficient. He was far into the future and there was no way back. He knew she would wait for him and yet, when he arrived at the park, she was not there. But then he noticed the trees were in different shapes, the bench was at a slightly different angle and there was a sign that wasn't there before. It had stopped snowing and a bit of spring peaked out here and there. As he looked around him, he felt a strange dread. He turned and raced toward the other side of the park. An ambulance was driving away. He stopped and watched as it went farther and farther away. Was she in it? No, he shook his head. She would not. It wasn't her that they had taken away. But as the crowd dispersed and as the voices spread, he heard a woman said, "It's a pity. So young too. What was she doing on that bench wearing so little?" He turned back to where the ambulance had been but it was gone. She was gone.  

03
The man sat and watched the unconscious woman. She was so thin, so much like his sister Paula. He had seen this before. Jilted lovers who, instead of trying to get over it, had just decided not to live, just like Paula. The man was used to the muffled siren but he never got used to hearing the heartbeats of the patients. Most of them don't make it. Paula didn't. This woman seemed fated to follow the same path. He sighed and turned to the windows and watched the snow-covered sidewalks passing by. There were signs of sprint here and there hidden beneath winter. Snow began to drift down. The loud, long pitch caught his attention. He pressed an ear against the woman's chest. Nothing. He braced his hand one over the other and pressed at her chest and counted off. He stopped and listened again but heard no heartbeat. Again, he performed the compression while shouting for his partner to go faster but the long pitch never skipped a beat.

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14 comments:

  1. Lovely photo inspiration for the great stories.

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    1. actually, the stories came first and then I looked through my photos and found this one or is it the other way around? I honestly can't remember.

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  2. Ooh, that was poignant and sad. Nice work.

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    1. perhaps too sad?

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  3. These three stories today read like three scenes of a poignant play Lissa. The hide and seek of snow and spring seeps into the hope and the longing of the forlorn lover.
    Beautiful.
    T is for Tales of Tailors

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    1. spring, like hope, came and went.

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  4. Such lovely writing, and that picture is so perfect! Hugs...RO

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    1. I do love snow photos, I have taken a lot of them and this one I think fits the stories well.

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  5. Lissa, OH, how sad! *boo-hoo* Do you have anything cheerful for me to read now? Thanks for visiting on Saturday. I'm playing catch up this morning. Happy A2Zing!

    ~Curious as a Cathy
    A2Z iPad Art Sketch 'S' Splash time for baby

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    1. sorry, I don't seem to be writing any cheerful stories. perhaps you should read the lists istead of the fiction. my a-z theme is fiction and lists, well, it's not a theme, more like formats.

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  6. Three nice stories. I liked the second one: of the woman who wasn't there on the bench at the park. By the way, is snow always depressing?

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    1. snow in these stories is defined as cold and uninviting, something that is unwanted. spring is considered beginnings of something good or renewing something good, at least I think so, the man and woman hope for spring so they can renew their relationship, at least, that's my thinking. I really do not think too much when I writing these stories, it's whatever comes.

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  7. Oh man - can't every romance have a happy end?
    I wonder how paramedics feel about picking up suicidal patients as opposed to people who *want* to live but had a terrible accident. I know it's their duty to try and save them all. Just wondering if in their mind it makes a difference,

    https://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/2018/04/s-is-for-sydney.html

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    1. to wait for something especially for someone, they usually do not end well, at least, that's what I think.

      I think paramedics maybe does distinguish those who wanted to live and those who doesn't, it's not like they have no heart, but I suppose if they work at it long enough, they might get used to it and not think too much about it.

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