A/N: Dedicated to elfcounsel for the cool cover :)
When I first felt the peculiar sensation in my left wrist, I was on the phone to Kacey.
She greeted me with a cheery, "Summer begins tomorrow, Winter Doll!" before proceeding to bring up the last minute plans we had made.
"Kace." I cut her off, laughing slightly. "Kacey."
"What?"
"Summer began last month."
"But tomorrow the season of sun officially starts! Tomorrow we are free!"
I laughed again. "Only for six weeks. And besides, this is England; the sun is a myth over here."
"But we are going to have fun this summer. You're not bailing out on me, are you?"
I didn't reply, just continued to stir the gravy mix I was making. To be truthful, I didn't want to go; the beach was a lonely place in winter, all sharp stones and thrashing waves.
I missed those months.
"Rima?" Kacey said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Don't tell me you're staring off into space again. You said you would go - you have to now!"
"Sorry, Kace." I sighed. Unwrapping my fingers from the wooden spoon, I cradled the phone against my ear as I rubbed my wrist. "I just don't feel like it. My wrist hurts."
"No." she argued. "You are going, even if I have to drag you there. Talk later, Freezy Cheeks."
Kacey clicked off, leaving an endless buzz in my ear. When the dial tone came on I placed the phone back, returning to the the incessant wringing of my wrists.
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Hours later, when the house was silent except for the creaking pipes, I lay in my bed. I was wide awake; the flashing numbers beside me proved my awareness. Beside me, the blinds lay open, displaying the night outside. I kept forgetting to pull the cord so the room would darken, but when I moved my wrist screamed out in protest.
Its just a cramp, I told myself as moonlight flooded the room. Everything was silvery grey, a memory of its sunlit form. It'll be gone by tomorrow. And if it isn't, I'll take some painkillers. They'll help.
With that thought comforting me slightly, I closed my eyes.
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Ethereal Chaos / on hold for a little while.
FantasyRima always loved the season of winter in her small seaside village of Winterson; the cold winds and lashing sea waves comforted her, somehow making her feel more at home than in the Summer months. But now, for the first time in her life, the p...
