Sculpted Dreams

Accidents

Sorry I didn't post this sooner, I locked myself out of my computer until finals were aptly prepared for.

Many May, Week 2!

Somebody is on a mission to buy stuff when suddenly, the temperature drops. Thankfully, somebody is nearby!

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His stomach grumbled once again, reminding the tired artist that he hadn't eaten for a while. He walked over and opened the cupboard, looking at its contents. The empty cupboard stared back at him. "You've got to be kidding me," he said, disappointed that he'd forgotten to get groceries. Again. He walked to the door, grabbed his keys, and drove to the store. On the way, it started to snow a little bit. Nothing much, just enough to look pretty. He parked in his usual spot close to the main road and got out to go buy food.

After picking out the bread and vegetables he would need for the week, he paid and walked back to his car. It was now 10pm, and the store's lights had just gone out. He packed up the food in his trunk and walked to the driver's door, shivering slightly. When he got in and tried to start the car, it wouldn't work. No matter how much he tried, the car refused to start. He rested his head on the steering wheel and let out a big sigh.

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Cleo loved walks. Walks in the morning, walks at night, walks in the rain, and especially walks in the snow. There was something so enchanting about watching little flecks of light falling from the sky. She shook her head and laughed. She was starting to sound like Joe. Speaking of Joe, he was next to her, holding her hand like he always did. She squeezed his hand and slightly bumped him with her shoulder. As they continued to walk, they passed the local grocery store. There was a single car with its lights off, and they could see a person inside, slumped forward. They looked at each other, and without a word they both walked up to the car and knocked on the window. To their surprise, a familiar face looked at them. He opened the door and said, "Hello, fancy seeing you here."

Cleo didn't waste time on formalities. "Do you need a place to stay? I can't imagine that your car is warm."

Joe added a quick "We have a comfy couch and I'll make pancakes for breakfast!"

Xisuma couldn't refuse an offer like that, so he let himself be led along to their home. It was a short walk, with nothing interesting along the way. The snow was coming down harder than before, making him shiver underneath his light jacket. They rounded the corner and he saw a small two story house with fairy lights glowing from the windows. It looked almost enchanted, practically shining with the essence of a home.

"That's ours," Cleo remarked. She smiled softly at her house before walking up to the door and opening it. The smell of vanilla and chocolate permeated the air and filled them all with a sense of comfort and calm. The door was shut behind them and Xisuma was ushered to take a shower, armed with some old clothes of Joe's. He stood under the warm water and marveled at the situation he was in. He was in a stranger's home and being cared for like an old friend. He got out of the shower, put on the sweats and his gloves, and walked into the kitchen to see Cleo and Joe sharing a midnight snack.

Xisuma smiled at them and sat down in the extra chair that had been pulled up for him. They laughed and chatted and ate the bowl of dry cereal like they had known each other for forever.

Alas, all good things must come to an end. Joe started to yawn, so Cleo picked him up bridal style and carried him to the bedroom. On the way, she nodded at a couch and said, "Xisuma, you can sleep there if you'd like. I'll get you some blankets as well.

"Thank you so much for this, Cleo. I'll pay you back somehow, I promise." He grabbed one of the pillows and adjusted it to where he wanted. He was half asleep when Cleo walked up to him with a few fluffy blankets. She covered him carefully and kissed his forehead. The intimate gesture surprised him, but he didn't want her to know that he was actuall awake. He just breathed slightly deeper and shifted, pretending to still be in dreamland.

Her footsteps receded into the hall, leaving him alone with his thoughts and his soulmarks.

They have soulmarks just like me. One semicircle on each palm. However, Joe's right hand and Cleo's left hand- those semicircles are filled with colors. They almost look like an oil spill, the shimmering rainbow changing colors depending on how someone looks at it.

He turned over on his couch and went to sleep, dreaming of the morning to come.