Winter's Day
It was cold outside. The snow fell gently on the bushes and the ground, dancing around the sky. Outside, children were playing, throwing snowballs, sledding down slopes, making snowmen. They were all so happy. But they didn't understand, none of them did. They hadn't seen the destruction wreaked by winter's Mistress. They hadn't felt the terror her eyes inspired.
There was a knock on the door. His mum opened the door. It was Thomas, he wanted him to come outside. His mum looked over and asked him. He shook his head.
Peter came up and sat down next to him, "It's okay, Ed."
He looked up into his brother's eyes.
"We all hate it. We all saw," he rubbed the younger boy's back. "Come on, let's go find Susan and Lucy," he stood up and started to leave the room.
He shook his head, "But you didn't see."
Peter stopped and looked at him.
"You didn't feel all the coldness and hate of winter stab you in the gut. You didn't feel her knife against your throat. You didn't feel her hate and malice." He looked out the window, "You didn't see."
Peter walked back to sit next to his brother, "But…" he trailed off. He sighed and looked at his hands, "You're right."
Edmund looked up at his brother.
"You endured the worst. You spent the most time with her. You felt her spite." He shook his head, "You didn't even have the hope of Him."
Their mum walked into the room, "Come," she shook her head, "It's not right for two healthy boys to be locked up on a winter's day."
The boys shook their head.
Their mum rolled her eyes, "Well, at least come and have some Turkish Delight. I just bought it this morning."
He felt like he was going to puke. It was too much. He never wanted another taste of that revolting candy again. Did mum have to offer it on a winter's day?
He stood up and ran out of the room.
