((So for class about... two years ago we were writing these really short stories. I forget what they were called, but they were under 500 words, I believe that was the limit. So I wrote this short story for my class and now I'm submitting it to here. It is supposed to be very short and very vague, but do please comment. ^~^))
In my dream, my feet were so cold they felt paralyzed. Yet, as strong as they burned in the snow, I wasn't thinking about them. Another question pestered my mind: Where was she?
The annoying steam from my breath billowed up into my glasses, fogging them as I wandered almost blindingly through the gentle snowfall. It amazed me at how quietly snow fell, compared to the pitter-patter of the rain. It was all too white. Every inch of everything was smothered in a coat of white, wet paint. The only thing I could hear was the thick crunch of my sister's and my feet in the snow. She held onto my hand, clinging to it so tightly, as if she were scared.
We reached the fence. It too had not escaped the snow, even though trees loomed above it. The clouds slept in the sky, letting a mute light reach the earth. No actual sun could be seen, but a bitter wind stirred, and then calmed. The world had never been more peaceful.. I glanced up at a broken, ice covered lamp post, then opened the fence gate.
We trampled along the path in a patch of trees, and I now clamped back on my sister's hand, but not hard enough to hurt her. We reached a tree and the path curved in a sharp corner around it. Rounding the corner, my vision was obscured by something dangling in front of me. I gave a small gasp of surprise and took a step back, almost crushing my sister's toes. Both our heads turned up as we realized it was our mother. Her face slept so serene that she looked more like a doll or even an angel. My sister gave my hand a squeeze, and her unsure voice swept towards me. Just before I woke up I heard her ask, "Alia... is mommy flying?"
