Kurzgeschichte
Winter Cold

Winter Cold

Wrapped in a thick coat she made her way through the ankle-deep snow. Her hood had been pulled deeply into her face, if for protection from the cold or from the rest of the world she did not now. She was running and running from an invisible enemy she was not able to name. She neither had any idea where she was going, nor how long she had been on the run. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. Her feet were carrying her to a place she didn't know, carried her on and on and on, althogh she wasn't even able to feel the anymore. The cold had bottled her up. Everything was cold, as cold as him She pulled my arms closer, twining around

her body. Covered in the grey fog she was caught in her own mind, so alone and still far from alone, not alone enough. Every noise made her jump, every rustle of the trees frightened her to death. She frightened herself, her thoughts frightened her. They led her into a direction she feared. She wanted to shut herself down, get rid of them. Looking to the left you could usually see his house, if it hadn't been for the fog. What would happen if she just let herself fall, sink into the deep snow? The blanket of white peace would cover her up as it would fo with her thoughts. It would lead her the path into eternal freedom and peace. Freezing was a nice death, they said. Was it true? She closed her eyes, ready to give herself up,

when a chill ran through her body. It was idiotic! Giving yourself up to the cold. It would mean losing. Against her, her uncontrolled thoughts and against him. The cold. But it was her cold now. It was part of her. Although it was more painful than the winter itself, it belonged to her now. It would be on her to decide if she wanted it to pass through her and take control or if she would be able to learn how to live with it. She could flee but never would she escape. Not that fast at least. One day everything goes away. Even winter. Still, what good could it do if it had already destroyed all the beautiful flowers under its cover? When nothing else is going to sprout after its could weathers have left left? No

grief would help it then, the winter would not care. It would just move on, looking for the next victim to take life's breath from. He would strangle all the flowers again and again, year for year. No one would be able to warn or save them. That's how life was. The girl started coughing. She pulled out her phone. Not a single unread message. She wasn't missed. Why should she? If the could had once started stealing your inner bruning fire of life, no one would want to burn his fingers, trying to ignite it again. In the biggest storm you are always going to be alone, as nobody wants to bother getting wet and dirty saving you from drowning. That's at least what she thought. As soon as you start getting cold and the smile on your lips

freezes, you're not woeth it anymore. Humans were terrible. Sooner or later they would destroy anyone still feeling. And in the end you die for yourself. Alone. I realized that my legs had carried my body to the next station, when a train arrived. I did not know where it came from or where it was going when I got in. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. I glanced out of the window. If it hadn't been for the fog, you would be able to see his house from here...