Cold. The only lingering thought in my mind.
I huddled my knees to keep them close to my body. I almost feel like I’d lose them if I let go now. I’m stuck in this position. I can’t move until they find me. I won’t.
With every minute that passes, I feel stiffer and stiffer. With every moment that passes, I know the end is near. Is this how I go out? Among the cold and white?
I’ve been here far too long. My only companion was my breath, floating out of me periodically. I envied it. It can escape and disappear into the ether while I sit here and wait for my end.
My companion was no more. I couldn’t afford to lose heat, so I began breathing slowly. My breath is now barely visible.
The sensation of frost was steadily creeping up my body. Snow covered my shoes, and my toes inside were sluggish. I can’t afford to stay here much longer.
God, please let it just end!
I’m now regretting this decision. Was it even worth it? What did I gain from doing this? Nothing but pain. As I contemplate this moronic decision of mine, something solid hits the back of my head and knocks my woolly hat off.
“Got you! You’re out!” shouted Ben
I quickly get up and rub the back of my head furiously. “HEY! You packed that too tight! It hurt!”
“Whatever, loser!” Ben taunted me as he ran off and continued seeking.
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Mo Darasi
I write fiction, poetry and occasional articles about interesting topics.
Finding interesting ways to write a poem or hide messages within them seems to be my main interesting in writing now, and it's been fun
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Tuesday, October 9th, 2012
“May I speak to Anton Heft, please,” requested the professional voice over the phone. Anton was finishing up another roof for Steve when the phone rang. He was in a filthy pair of ripped-up blue jeans that looked as though they’d been through several years worth of roof jobs. His filthy tank top was rolled and tied around his forehead like Jim McMahon’s headband. The combination of the dirt, humidity and roof tar smeared various shades of black and gray all over his body and clothes.
By Anton Mathias Heft 5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Those winter games of hide & seek could get bitter, lol.
Excellent twist at the end! I was thinking that this guy was a goner for sure. “It can escape and disappear into the ether while I sit here and wait for my end.”- is such a good line, contrasting the disappearing breath against their confinement. Nice😊
Nice twist! Well written.
Hahahahahhahahahaha your ending made me laugh! It was all so serious and then BAM! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
very well done!
I thought your MC was a goner for sure!!
Way to steer us away from the truth of the situation. I of course thought the predicament was dire. You got me! 😅