Short Stories/ Story teasers

The Snow ball effect

The snow was falling softly, night had long fallen over the landscape and a hush like the very night its self was holding its breath . . .afraid to breath. As we walked, I recounted my harrowing story of survival from the night before, I was a might nonchalant I will admit as I tried to lighten the story. . but as I spun my story that's when I saw it ,when I first became aware; I saw it in the widening of his eyes heard it in the hitch of his breathing and felt it as his hand around mine squeezed just a little bit tighter, as he unconsciously pulled me in closer . . like he could shelter me from what has already been . . a silent determination to never let it happen again; evidence of immense fright and sadness at the thought that he might have lost me the night before. I could see it now clearly. No words needed to be said. . after all actions speak volumes above words. I could see how the very thought seemed to pierce his heart, the happiness previously dancing in his eyes draining as I described the ordeal until he turned away asking me to say no more as he then did his best to distract me from it . . he must have seen something in my eyes too . .and our friends who had been trailing back, must have sensed it as well. For they caught up and quickly it was forgotten as laugher sliced through the silence;created from the blanket of snow as a snowball fight ensued

A/N this actually happened