Frost #fridayflash #jackfrost #Chirstmas #shortstory

Frost

     Jackin waited anxiously by the old pine tree in the wooded glen. The bows hung heavy with snow and the cold was creeping into to his worn shoes. Earlier that day he had arranged to meet Virginia at at their secret spot to exchange Christmas gifts. In his shaking hand he held a small box full of forty colorful ribbons. He’d saved up every cent he could to by her this gift and he knew she’d be the belle of the town every time she wore them.

     The boy scanned the white landscape. Nothing stirred. An owl hooted off in the distance. Why isn’t she here yet? The lantern flickered. He leaned up against the tree and warmed his fingers next to the small light. As the minutes passed a strange warmth came over him. His body, which had moments before been chilled, now felt a glorious heat. It was almost as if summer had set in.

     Jackin sat down in the snow and rested his back against the pine tree. He thought of all the things he loved about his beloved. The way she smiled, the way her hair bounced, the way her eyes sparkled just for him and the way her warm lips felt against his. His stomach flipped in anticipation. Soon he would have another chance to kiss her and hold her tight. There’d be no eyes to watch, just the stars in the sky. He closed his eyes and dreamed of their reunion.

~

     Virginia trampled through the snow. Her long dress caught on the drifts and tugged at her. She was late and prayed that Jackin was still waiting for her. If it hadn’t been for her younger sister Dora, she would have been at their secret spot hours ago. She pulled her scarf around her head and tucked the ends into her jacket. Everything about this night was cold, but the fire she had in her heart for Jackin kept her moving.

     The young girl came to the edge of the glen and saw a flickering orange-yellow flame near their tree. Next to it was a shape that could only be her love.

“Jackin!” Silence. “Jackin, it’s me!”

     Virginia raced over to her amore. The top half of his body was slightly slumped forward; his head faced downward. Is he sleeping?

“My love, I’m here.” She crouched down next to him and pressed onto his shoulder. “Wake up.”

     The motion caused him to fall backward. His head leaned to one side. Jackin’s skin was coated with a thin layer of white ice, his eyelashes were dotted with snowflakes and his lips were a deep blue. In horrified shock Virginia looked upon the face of her one true love. She brought her lips to his willing the nightmare away, but he remained as cold and still as the frost.

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11 Comments Add yours

  1. Sonia Lal says:

    Ohh that’s tragic. Very tragic. Silly boy!

    1. Lara Dunning says:

      @Helen Scribbles Yes indeed.

      @JohnWiswell @SteveGreen In Alaska they say before you die of the cold you feel really warm, almost hot. Not sure how they know that? Could be a tall tale.

      @TonyNoland So true.

      @Sonia Lal Thanks for commenting.

  2. Oh, that is so sad. Better to storm off in a jealous rage and have the chance to make up later than to die like this.

  3. Steve Green says:

    I thought the way the cold began to feel like heat as he froze to death was a clever touch.

  4. John Wiswell says:

    I believe in that heat, too. Poor boy.

  5. Helen says:

    Oh that was just so sad – poor boy poor girl.

  6. Joan says:

    I thought this was a beautiful story. It’s a pity there aren’t always happy endings. Pity he was her ‘one true love’ – neither of them will get a second chance.

    1. Lara Dunning says:

      @Joan Thank you Joan. Yep, happy endings are a true blessing, reality is well, reality.

      @fivereflections Thank you. 🙂

      @Tom Gillespie I like that.

      @Icy Sedgwick Hah, a calamity of the lovesick to never really think things through.

  7. fivereflections says:

    loved this post…

  8. Oh my.. I couldn’t help wonder if she was going to sit with him and go the same way.. It’s a kind of frosty Romeo and Juliet!
    Nicely done short.

  9. Icy Sedgwick says:

    Poor boy. Can’t help thinking he should have probably gone to her house and hidden outside somewhere, rather than sitting there in the cold!

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