1. Snowblind


    Date: 9/13/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Lupus, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    I screamed desperately into the white veil, thrashing at the blank landscape with the least convincing punches I’d thrown in my life. The cold numbed and bit into my skin, forbidding me from forming feasible fists while my stiff, unwilling arms couldn’t wait to hug me once more. My club-like mittens uselessly tucked under my armpits, seeking any modicum of warmth. Turning back towards our makeshift camp, I could barely see the flicker of diminishing flames even from only a few feet away. The evil, lashing cold of the blizzard struck me squarely in the face like the possessed hand of a scalded woman. I scrunched my eyes together, behind my snow goggles, wincing from the blast. The fire’s warmth seemed so far away, even from here. I could just see the hunched figure of my co-worker in the poorly sheltered area by the fire. Our trusted tents flapped and shook with the immense strength of the storm. I feared they might blow away entirely and doom us to an even quicker death than I already expected. Part of me wondered if it wouldn’t be a mercy. The figure stood and waved to me, silent against the deafening shriek of the wind-blown snow. With my whole body hunched up and turned half against the blizzard, I shuffled towards the fire like a wounded troll, fighting to stay upright under the unrelenting barrage. The lessening of the storm as I stepped into the simple shelter of our camp was immediate. The blasting snow no longer stung my face and the pounding roar in my ears ...
    diminished. Raising my goggles, I watched the fearsome power of nature as it fired past our pelted camp, shredding at man and material. The flapping of the tents was incessant and maddening, but at least it didn’t ring in your ears, like the wretched blizzard, and tear at your bitten skin. “I don’t know why you insist on walking off like that!” shouted the hunched, shivering figure by the fire. The voice was still barely audible over the raging, apocalyptic scene around us. “What are you expecting to find but your death?” The figure turned to face me. Huddled inside her massive coat, with the fur lining of her hood pulled tight to frame the sharp, angled features of her pretty face, Victoria continued to scream at me. “I swear that one day you won’t come back and you’re just going to leave me here in this hellhole to rot!” She turned away as the shine of a tear caught her almond-shaped eye, pulling the hood back around herself and hunching over the fire. My heart sank to make my cultivated mood of despair dip lower still. I hated to upset Victoria at the best of times. I thought the world of the girl. My hands uncoupled from my armpits and I sat next to her on the upturned sledge we used as a bench. I draped one arm around the massive, padded shoulders of her arctic coat and idly wondered if she’d even realise it was there. Our heads rested together in silence. We stared into the fire, inviting its warmth into our souls. One monstrous gust of wind tore through our camp. The fire ...
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