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"Stop! Please!" Her shrill scream nearly busted my eardrum. The things that once sat neatly on the counter were now scattered across the floor. Our wine glasses were shattered, the contents covering the table and staining the white place mats. The candles that once burned bright were now only memories. Our dinners sat, untouched. Bare feet pattered across the blood-soaked floor. The door swung open and then shut. I came to face the bitter truth- I had lost the love of my life.

I slipped on my overcoat and stepped into the morning sun. The dew drops were frozen solid. The snow glistened in the pine trees. The male cardinals glowed against the white snow. The December air was frigid and cut through me like a warm knife through butter. A gust of wind blew up my coat, chilling me to the bone. A chill ran down my spine and my fingers became numb. I didn't hesitate to climb into my car. As I checked my mirrors, I caught a glimpse of myself. The wind had battered my face, my cheeks were glowing red.

I crept down the drive and onto the roads. I was careful to watch for black ice. I drove a tedious 10 miles into town for brunch. I decided on Louise's Diner. I stepped out of my car and onto the sidewalk. Taxis whizzed by at careless speeds, slipping and sliding on the slick roads. I, all to cockily, began to speed walk down the frozen concrete. All at once, my brown loafers slid out from under me and I came crashing to the earth. I moaned as my hip hit the ground. I was almost sure I had broken my hip. The pain was excruciating. I laid on the sidewalk, thinking that I could gather myself enough to stand. My thoughts were interrupted when I saw her.

She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen- almost more beautiful than a goddess. Her eyes were an arctic blue, like those of a Siberian Husky. Long, blonde curls framed her slim face. She was ghostly white in pigment. We made eye contact, she blushed and waved awkwardly. She'd caught me staring. In all of her beauty, I had forgotten to push myself off the concrete. Her black heels clicked toward me. Up close, she was all the more perfect. She extended her hand, her fingers were long, her nails ruby red. I grasped her hand and she pulled me off the concrete.

"Hello," she smiled perkily. She spoke with a french accent , making her all the more beautiful. Her smile was pearly-white. Her long eyelashes fluttered. Her blue eyes pierced my soul. I stuttered, "oh, I'm sorry, hi." She blushed again, "may I ask your name, sir?" I couldn't get the words out fast enough. "I'm Doug, Doug Fairland." "I'm Margret Tackett. I'm new here. Do you know of a good place for brunch?" I knew that this was my chance. "Actually, I'm headed to Louise's Diner now. Would you like to join? My treat." She nodded and linked arms with me. "This is too easy," I thought.