The layers of ice

Not safe

I'm seated on the couch in my house, my mother next to me, a policeman in front of me.

But I'm afraid.

I hide my trembling hands in the blanket my mom ordered me to cover myself in.

The policeman... is that policeman, the one who placed me on the ice among the offerings and flowers for me to drown.

-Everything is alright, you are safe. Now repeat to the officier what you told me, say my mom, ignorant of everything.

And I would like to be ignorant too...

The looks the policeman is giving me is a clear warning...

-There is no need to bother police with that, I say, trying to look relaxed. I just fell in the lake. And because I was in an hypothermic state and my phone was at the bottom of the water is entered in a hunting cabin to make a fire. I stayed there until my clothes dried and I regained enough corporal temperature.

It was not a lie, though.

The dragon took me to the gravel beach dry and untied and my civil clothes were there too. So I changed and made sure my version would make sense by igniting the fireplace of a cabin far enough of the place where I was sacrificed...

The policeman gave me an appreciative look before starting the standard scolding a young girl wandering in the ruthless Siberian nature deserve.

-I hope that adventure made you learn that hiking alone is very dangerous. You should always go in the wild in paire, or at least inform someone of your itinerary and of the approximative hour of your return.

I always do that...

-Surely I will be more careful now, I say with a fake smile. I had the fear of my life.

My mom smile too and she thank the officer.

-Be careful, he say again while shutting the door.

I lock it the fastest I can without my mother seeing.