A Melting Snowflake[A Short Story]

The Melting Snowflake Part-2

When Julie opened her eyes, she couldn't identify the place where she was. Her eyes met a pair of deep electrical blue eyes, and she almost jumped back at the intensity within them.

"To answer your question, you are in heaven. But to you, it might look like your favorite place on earth.", the man answered, and Julie tried to assess him discreetly. He had platinum blonde hair, electrical blue eyes, and he wore white robes, his legs hidden by a mist that seemed to be everywhere.

Julie looked around ones, before answering."Funny. To me, it looks like a white, and wintry landscape, with the outlines of a city in that direction", she pointed, "and I'm sure, I've never been to such a place on earth.", she finally looked him in the eye. To say he looked perfect would be an understatement.

He outright stared at her, but a slow and lazy grin replaced the blank mask that he had worn, moments ago. "Finally! Everyone else thought I was cuckoo, when I said that I saw The Fields as a wintry landscape and nothing more, but here is one more person who sees the same!", he grinned.

"What does that mean?", Julie asked, puzzled.

"When I died and came up here, I was asked to describe how this place- called The Fields looked like to me. Usually, it is supposed to look like your favorite place on earth, but apparently, that meant, I didn't have one, which surprised the other angels, who thought I was retarded. But when I met god, he explained to me that I really did not have a favorite place on earth, and it wasn't a surprise, considering the amount of suffering that I, and now even you, have gone through down there."

Julie was having a hard time understanding all the information, that the man gave her, so she settled for asking the most cliched question, hoping to start at the very beginning. "What's your name?"

The man looked like he was about to answer, but he was interrupted by the shrill laugh of a woman. "Julie dear, Angels don't have names. He is just called as the Angel Of Snow and Frost.", a smiling Mrs. Brown appeared out of nowhere.

"Mrs. Brown!", Julie ran and hugged the grandmotherly figure in her life. Mrs. Brown returned her hug just as fiercely.

"How? Where? When?", Julie asked after she came out of the embrace, tears of happiness threatening to spill from her eyes.

"Julie dear, I am dead. But so are you.", Mrs. Brown patted her on the shoulder.

"What! But how did I.....", Julie was interrupted when the Angel Of Snow and Frost, handed her a newspaper.

20 YEAR OLD, FOUND DEAD ON TERRACE

Julie Barnes, a 20 year old barista at the Old Cafe, was found dead on the terrace of her apartment building by the landlord, who had come there to water plants. Police examination has revealed that causes of death are hypothermia, and exhaustion. Signs of a scuffle and subsequent run and chase has also been revealed.

"Oh!", was all Julie could say, surprised that her story was in the bottom right corner of the front page, with a picture of her corpse in what appeared to be a blanket of ice all around her, except for her face, where the snowflakes seemed to frame it beautifully.

"It's alright, Julie dear. This was for the better. I'm sure it was god's will that brought you here.", Mrs. Brown said. "In fact, there are more amazing things up here. For example, your parents."

Julie's breath caught in her throat when she saw a couple, who were holding hands, materialized from thin hair, in front of her. Mrs. Brown vanished, with an "I'll leave you to it."

"Julie?", the woman asked, stepping towards her, a look of longing in her eyes.

"Are you really my parents?", Julie blurted out.