Short Stories

pain.

      A burning feeling on the inside of my skin, the numbness and inability to move my face are caused my the decreased temperature for the climate. Winter.
      Another day goes by and the misfortune doesn't fade and the memories are living with me like a scar that still makes me feel pain to the touch. Just like the cold, seeing the effects that the weather and memories have on people fill my eyes with salty tears, rolling off of my facial features.
      The question with the pain is whether to confront it in a demonic battle inside my head or a soft pillow to the side of my face. We ache with this pain and yet can't let it ago.
      One more mystery to solve with ourselves like a detective after a murder spree. Our pain lingers and never deforms, only gets easier to bare from observing. The mystery to our agony is expressed through our actions and indescribable emotions, which are dealt with by sitting here, alone and remote, in the snow.