Before I Count To Three (Cellphone Novel) [HIATUS]

Chapter 32

It's winter. There's snow upon the ground.

The air is cold, chilling to the touch, icy.

Clouds of warm breath freeze in puffs of a thousand icicles.

My line of sight is limited to a view of a snow covered yard.

I see a small hand wave into view.

I hear a gurgle of laughter. Baby laughter.

Whose, I do not know.

Then a slender pale finger reaches out from the side

And the small hand happily grabs it.

Followed by the appearance of the face

Of the pale lady I had just seen.

She who had just spoken to me.

Abruptly, the scene shatters. I open my eyes.