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Bring Back the Fiction
Snow was drifting to the ground.
Her hand was in his, as they glanced at the street light, watching the snow flakes glitter like faces at mardi gras.
"Look at the snow falling, it reminds me of your eyes."
She lets his hand grace her face, but doesn't acknowledge the feeling of him there. Her nerve endings do not send messages of affection to her brain. It is as if she is dead, without feeling. Her heart is frozen over, and will remain that way.
"There will never be an us again, will there?"
She shakes her head, and slowly turns away, denying his anticipation, and his presentiment. Her legs carry her away, into the night, where distance can finally be achieved.
And a tear runs down his face, but goes unnoticed because of the bitter cold.
He turns around and goes home, greeting the lonely bed which they once shared.
AND THAT'S THE REAL STORY BOOK ENDiNG
I recently (this year) had both my first mardi gras and my first experience with snow, and the faces do glitter that way. I cannot help but appreciate the way that you capture the dialogue between two former lovers, its bitterly realistic and brings back many memories. If you have the story handy, i would definitely appreciate a copy. Thanks.