A Shiver in the Snow - Short Story

'Quiet surrounds me like hushed fear. As if, where ever I walk, I bring a kind sorrowful serenity that silences the bird's song and the halts the fox's sprint. As if the world has stilled simply to look down upon me. Even the street lamps, which should be lit this late into the night, are shadowy and brisk. They lean over me, their heads bearing down on me - threatening and tall. I hurry onward, my heart beating as though they aren't the only things eyeing me cruelly.'