The Wild Rose - (boyxboy) (manxboy)

CHAPTER IV - Constantin's Interlude

Chapter IV

Constantin's Interlude

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why not merely the despaired of

occasion of

wordshed

is it not better abort than be barren

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The car was new and ran smoothly down the snowy road. Cynthia liked it, even though she fought so hard for the old one. But if she was going to make a two days trip while fighting this crazy weather, the old car, no matter how much she loved it, couldn't be trusted.

The car shook lazily down the road and she wiped the window pane again. She was blind to the path in front of her. The snow fell like buckets down the sky and she thought this is impossible, the car will be buried, but it didn't happened.

Her hands on the wheel were shaky and sweaty. She usually liked to drive, but since they got into the little Roosevelt town she's been nervous. She was alert and jumpy, especially now that she was completely certain this was the wrong way.

She's been on this road for far too long. And because this was supposed to be the hotel street, she knew for sure she made a mistake. Like forty-five minutes ago. And when she made a U-turn, she hadn't found her way back.

But the weird thing was, she saw the sign when she entered this street. It was this road, it couldn't be any other. So this never ending road must have appeared between the right street and the hotel.

Making the math in her head, she blamed the snow and the poor vision.

She took a deep breath to stop the shaking. Everything was probably fine, she was going till the end of this road and then make a plan from there. She would get there soon, she thought, everything has an end, right? This couldn't actually go on forever, for Christ's sake. The snow was making her go slower. This weather was messing with her head, probably.

On the sides of the road there were only woods. Tall, dark and thick woods that didn't gave much vision. The night was falling down like a big blanket upon her and the trees made a blur as she drove.

She heard a clack. Again. She turned her head to the woods, one more time. If there wasn't a thousand of walking shapes in these woods, then she definitely needed to sleep.

Her lids were half open while she stared right ahead of her. She shook her head and forced them wide open, blinking fast a couple of times. The snow seemed to come straight forward as if trying to stop her car. Her heartbeat was slow.

She would have to stop now. She was sleeping in her seat.

Before making the decision to stop the car, she saw something in the distance.

To little dots. Two little white dots?

It's that a car? She though, please be a car.

But it probably wasn't. It was too tall to be a car.

She leaned forward, the little white dots widening, widening... Until they stopped widening.

They were lamps. Two old lamps up in two tall posts, and apparently a little bridge. The rest was too dark to see, but judging from the rocks and the sudden cliff, there was a river in there for sure. She slowed her car to a stop.

Opening the door, a strong wind collided with her face, freezing her lashes. She hugged herself feeling constricted in her bulky coat and went to inspect the bridge, feet burying into the white snow.