Edward sat alone in the darkness. He was an artificial man so he didn't feel the cold of the winter.
He stood up and looked out the large broken window onto the neighborhood below. It had been almost a whole year since he was in there. The hedges he trimmed into different shapes like bears and ballerinas looked like any other hedge bush. It broke his heart to see his work go to ruin, but he couldn't go back down there. Not after what happened.
A lot came back to him: Peg, Bill, Joyce, Esmeralda, Kevin, Jim, Marge, Helen,...Kim. The pretty young girl whom he loved. He remembered the last time he saw her and how she finally came to love him in return.
"I love you." He could remember her say as he mouthed out the phrase. Staring out the window, he saw the various little people putting up decorations for a time the Bogg's called Christmas.
He looked in the backyard from the house he used to live in. The ice angel he made last year had been long gone. He could remember cutting away hastily at the block of ice with his scissor hands and seeing in the reflection of the ice Kim dancing in the falling shavings.
Later on, he ventured out into the garden. He snipped here and there at the hedge animals to retain its perfection and noticed they were covered with a light sheet of white. Frost. He lightly poked at one with a long slender scissor finger. The back of his hand spread across the frost and by the time he held his hand up, the frost had been melted.
Trimming one of the hedges, he saw one of the cut-off pieces fall into the closeby pond. The mystery why it didn't sink puzzled Edward. He poked at the pondwater and hit a hard surface instead of emerging into the cold liquid. His hand pulled back. This reminded him of that ice angel.
With his scissors flying wildly, he cut out a large chunk of the pond ice into a rectangular cube. Carefully, he stood up the block.
What should he make?
He looked down at the neighborhood. No one could see him, but he could still see the residents. They were too small to be recognized. He didn't want to see any one of the neighbors who were cruel to him. Yes, he remembered how nice the Boggs were to him, but there was one face he wanted to see again the most.
As he pushed giant block up the stairs and into the attic where he lived, he began recollecting what that face looked liked. Yes, beautiful straight hair with sometimes a little curl here and there. He had seen that face dressed in several outfits but decided to cut out the last outfit he saw that face in. The uncommonly gentleman began cutting away at the block of ice for only an hour until he felt he got the replica he wanted of that face.
Kim. Posed as she was when she danced under his ice angel. And from that day forward, that was the ice statue he would create first.
Every year.