Silence

Frost and Supper - Chapter 3

Ander POV

     I scurried my way down a rusty ladder, balanced on the side of the barn, which really, physically shouldn't be able to stand anymore, and I dashed inside. Immediately, I was enveloped in an aroma of creamy tomato soup, and crispy, but oozing macaroni and cheese.
"Hey mum." I said casually as I slid into a seat at the kitchen table.
"Hi honey how was the view today?" My mom uttered, her back turned to me. She was probably fixing the tomato soup.
"Err.. well it was better than yesterday I guess." I replied. I would lay on the roof practically every night. Drinking in all the stars and colors from so many of the sunsets and night skies I had seen. Charlie would join me most nights too.

See, my Mom has lived here her whole life and my Dad moved down a little ways from Maine in the 8th grade. She lived in this house her whole life as well. My Mom met my Dad at the mysterious apple orchard, exploring one day and that's where their story begins. But back on track, My Dad well- I don't like to talk much about him and all. But he was a fine, handsome fellow. A gentleman I suppose.

"The sky seems sad, hmm, a storm brewing?" Mom questioned turned around from the stove, staring down the window.
"Most likely, the winter solstice isn't for a month or so, not that it even matters here though." I answered. Snow was common here before you'd actually expect winter to sweep the state with frost and begin.

"True, grab a plate" She stared at the window for a moment a bit too long, and then shook her head, her face filled with slight confusion. I sauntered over to the counter with white porcelain plates, took one, set it on the table and sat back in the chair. Mom hummed as she dolloped two spoonfuls of delectable mac and cheese on my plate. She then placed a bowl of rust-colored tomato beside the plate and took her seat.

"Hey why were you looking at the window for so long?" I asked showing concern and scooping the pasta into my mouth. She stopped humming and glanced one more at the window where snowflakes started to drift through the darkness of the night.

"Um, it's really nothing sweetie." She murmured still gazing at the inky glass.

"You can tell me Mom." I said reassuringly, Mom was super messed-up after my Dad- passed. She was like a mirror, everything was perfectly clear and well but then shattered into a thousand pieces, not knowing what to do, not knowing who to go to.

"It reminds me of a storm when I was younger, and... sort of your Father too."