The wind
gushed into the house through her thighs, tickling her groin, almost seducing
her as it split up. Part of it found its way up her sheer night dress stained
with ketchup and paint; the other part crept down her blouse, split up yet
again and embraced her wasp-humbling waist. Then all the streams of sub-zero
air joined forces again to send shivers down her troubled spine. It all
happened at once - there was no time lapse from the moment she opened the front
door to the moment she involuntarily gasped. The cold was overwhelming and it
was making her writhe, almost in the same way when Jake got carried away and overdid
his oral duties.
One foot on
the black ice of the patio, she entered the outside. It wasn’t nice. But it
wasn’t horrible either. She could hardly stand up straight, but she enjoyed the
cold. It made her feel alive.
“Don’t touch
me… leave me alone!”
Of course
the wind wouldn’t leave her alone. She wasn’t even sure it was wind. It was too deliberate, the contact was too real. She
could feel it coming straight at her, against her, through her. She felt like
she could permeate through doors and gaps like the wind itself, if it was
indeed wind.
“Please!
Stop… I don’t know you. Wh… What do you want from me?”
She was
sobbing. Her tears were not warm enough to roll down her cheekbones and before
her sleeve could reach up to dry them, they froze into two parallel streams of
hopelessness, solidifying the nasolabial folds that earned her praises for her
beauty.
The wind
kept molesting her. It started howling softly, and whispered into her ears:
“Let go… Let
me set you free. Yield, succumb, leave life to me and I’ll let you live
forever, in a place where it’s dark but has no fear.”
She started
slithering through the lawn, crushing frosty blades of grass under the soles of
her feet. It hurt, but she loved it. Inch
by inch, she came closer to the frozen lake.
“You’re so
close now… It’s right in front of you across the water. You can’t resist it.
You don’t want to. And you know it. Take a leap of faith and I’ll take you
where we belong.”
She slowly
crouched down, laid her hands on the icy surface, and straightened her body
while her feet pushed off the edge of the lake. In a plank position, she slid
across in her white garment, like a banshee without a shriek. Then, there was
again a shiver down her spine. One so vigorous her vertebrae came loose, and
left her.
The wind slowly died, its voice diminuendoed, the coldness against
her soft lifeless bosom swallowed her into the lake as she melted into a puddle
of drugs and paranoia.
