Elle's Brother lives in the mountains three hours from Portland Oregon. Instead of Christmas At Elle's this year like every other year, she must journey through the hills and mountains to Chris's, her brother. But when her car dies, and a snow storm...
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The snow is deeper now. The woods more full. Wind blows through the trees as branches fall from the sky.
"Fucking Frozen!" Echoes through the wind. I stop dead in my tracks. Who the fuck in their right mind would be way out here?! The interstate isn't even close to here! I look around but nothing in sight except trees.
I continue walking along a bare path. I slap limbs from trees and and stampede forward. Finally! I look around at all the beautiful fur trees. "Which one of you beautiful things are coming home with me?" I chuckle.
It's been four years since my beautiful April passed away. I haven't been with nor seen a women since. That was my reason for moving way the fuck out here to bum fuck egypt. After that heart break I couldn't stand to see another women. So brittle. Fucking life.
I look around. A tree in the middle of the Forrest, barely touched by snow stares back at me. I smile alittle. Fuck Christmas. I slip the ax from my shoulder and start cutting the tree. Three strikes and it falls over blowing snow into the air.
A soft voice whispers from the trees just beyond. "Elle, Ellevone Mores." I stand straight and set my ax down. Listening. Silence falls. I step forward past the tree. I trug through the snow past a couple maples.
My heart stops dead in middle of a beat. A woman with beautiful brown curly hair, cuddled up, wrapped in a blanket lay against the tree trunk. A backpack to her side. I step closer and over a pile of snow. Her face beautifully round, reddened by the brisk wind. I'm lost for words.
Damn it Beckem speak! See if she's okay! "Hello?" I ask. The bundle doesn't move. Oh my fucking God she's dead! I step closer. "Elle?" I ask recalling the soft voice's name.
