Drabble for a friend. She really wanted me to add in a black cloak… so I did.
"So… cold…"
The air was glazed with a thick frosty feeling, and when you breathed it froze. Only few liked this weather and that is not exaggerated. There were really only about three or four in this small town that actually liked to watch their precious breath fall to the ground as ice.
I don't see why you wouldn't be used to it seeing as Russia has always been this way, but it just seemed as if each minute the temperature went down a degree. You could've sworn it was about -12C this morning.
I sat on my porch step and looked out at the icy street. It was war time, and no one was out of their houses is fear. No one was even on the streets – it looked as if I was the only one who lived here, but I knew that could never be true. Russia was a huge place. It just so happened that I was born into one of the smallest towns.
I looked up from the street and noticed that there was a man. A tall, blond man…
"Hello?" I called to him. He looked up at me with eyes full of sadness and pain. He was wearing a long white scarf that was draped multiple times over his shoulders and a thick cream looking coat with a black cloak floating in the chilly breeze behind him. He smiled at me and I could almost feel my heart freeze and crumble away in my chest.
It wasn't a normal smile. It was a very distressed and hurt smile. A smile that I could've sworn was pleading for me to help and take away whatever the man was feeling inside. He looked down at his enormous brown boots, and sighed. I could see his breath freeze up and fade as the wind pushed it away down the street.
I blinked. What could he be doing out here? Why did he look so… helpless? Could I be able to help him? I jumped off of my porch and started to walk towards the man. He looked up once more, and instead of my breath freezing… my footsteps froze. They were stuck to the ground, and I couldn't move.
He gave me that same childish smile, and then started to walk off back down the street with his scarf flowing behind him, along with his black cloak.
After that the wind seemed to speak to me. It seemed to flow by my ears and move my hair and whisper, "Don't worry it won't be long. Won't be long till this fighting is through and we are together."
I have never forgotten those words.