Silent Winters

The Winter

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     'Hold my hand, Rosa. We have to leave!'

It was her mother's voice. She couldn't see her, but she knew, somehow, that her blonde hair was tangled and that she was wearing her classy boots, the ones were the laces went up her shins like a tree vine. She slipped her hands into hers, clasping it tight, and together they ran through the forest. She knew where they were going. Always the same place - a place protected by her stories, dreams and memories. At the edge of the path, they stopped. Their breath flew out before them and the snow fell like a heavy hail storm. Flakes as large as humming birds hovering in front of her eyes.

     Wait, Rosa,' she said. 'She's coming. Can you see her?'

And her words called up a young woman in a long dress, her face covered by a hood. Rosa glimpsed a strand of dark blonde hair. It was covered with snowflakes that changed into crystals as she watched.

     'Who is she?'

She couldn't hear her mother's reply, but she gripped her hand a little bit tighter and sang a lullaby to her . . . that lovely tune whose words she had forgotten. Rosa wanted to ask her mother about the woman, but now the lullaby had become a story. She wouldn't stop telling her the story.

It was winter. It was snowing, a whiteout. There was a girl lost in the woods. Rosa felt her chest tighten with fear - a wolf . . .

She felt her mother's hand slip out of hers.

     'Don't leave me!'

But she was no longer there. And the fear and the sadness got lost in the snowflakes that were falling and that covered everything.

     'Rosa!'

No! This voice was from somewhere else. She didn't want to reply.
She tried to pressed her face into her pillow, trying to stay connected with the forest. Trying to hold herself into the dream, where she could feel the snow that covered everything, falling at her feet . . . and the faded vision of a woman in the distance . . .

     'Are you awake?'

Rosa sighed and moved her arm across her bed as if she was to brush the snow from it.

     'I am now, Savan.'

She tried not to sound too grumpy. But the day at the new Cherrybloom College for young ladies had started and could not be stopped. It was now too late for dreams.

She turned on her side and stared at her window. Why did real life have to be so grey? Why did the new boarding school seem so . . . dull? She looked around the room at the three narrow wardrobes, three flimsy bedside tables and three old desks with chairs, and yet she wished for something else . . . something small and beautiful. there were no signs of life or memories in this room.

just a school.

Savan sat up in her bed and stretched. the yellow hair flowed around her face. she looked like an elegant princess who had just woken up from a thousand year old beauty sleep.

'what's the weather doing?' the weather only mattered only to Savan, of course, it was so she could decide what to do with her hair. Rosa's bed was right next to the window, and Savan asked the same question every morning.

Rosa sat up. For only a moment, she gazed at the photograph of her mother on her bedside table. the picture had caught a surprised expression on her mothers face, as if she had  heard something interesting. she pulled back the curtain. 

the window looked out onto the narrow streets of small two-story houses, she could look out the window up to the sky and see the occasional bird fly by. Even when the sun beamed into the room, the streets were dull and depressing, Today, drops of rain leaked down the dirty windows, so there was hardly any need to check what the weather would be like. The sky was its usual gloomy-grey colour.

'It's amazing how much water there is in the sky above this school,'  Rosa said.

'Its been like this for four days,' Savan replied. 'do you think the rain ever gets lonely? do you ever think that maybe it get bored and needs a little company instead of