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Jack Frost

     Virginia couldn’t help but feel guilty. After all, if she hadn’t been late, Jackin wouldn’t have died. As the days passed into months she loathed herself more and more. Her skin had become a miserable trap she couldn’t escape. No matter what she was doing one sentence kept rotating through her head. How could you have killed your one true love?

     Her parents noticed the change in their daughter and kept her as busy as they could with tasks after school hoping eventually she’d heal. But, the months crept by and Virginia never changed. It almost seemed as if she had gotten worse. Bags formed under her eyes, her skin became pale and she talked less and less. Her mother tried over and over again to comfort her, but nothing worked. Virginia had become a ghost of a daughter. The death of Jackin had sucked away her spirit and soon all of them would have to face the anniversary of his death.

     The day came about, much like all the other days. Virginia prepared herself for school and took a moment to gaze outside at the winter landscape. Her heart was heavy with turmoil and her thoughts were the girls own worst enemy. As a layer of frost formed its web on the windowpane she knew exactly what she had to do. Tonight, she’d visit the spot her amour died. Maybe then, she would be released from the spell his death had over her.

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     After her evening chores Virginia snuck out of the house and trampled her way through the snow to their secret meeting place. Her thoughts raced with impossibilities. Would Jackin be there? Was he lost without her too? The moment she arrived in the meadow tiny flecks of snow began to fall. They landed on her checks and melted on her warm skin. Lifting her skirt out of the way she jumped over the drifts to their special spot. She began to bend over to touch the ground where she found him, but a snap of a twig caught her attention. She swiveled around to see who was there, but only tall, snow-covered trees watched her bereavement.

     The young girl turned back around and bent down. Her dainty gloved hand caressed the spot of snow where her beloved had left this world. A gust of bitter cold wind blew over her and she swore she heard her name. She stilled her hand as another gust cascaded over her. Virginia. There was no denying she knew that voice. Chills ran up and down her spine and her heart burst with excitement.

     She sprung up to face her love, but there was no one there. It was him. I know it was him. The old familiar agony crashed back into her heart. The brief interlude from the pain only made her situation all the more hurtful. Jackin was gone and with it the joy in her heart. Virginia fell to the ground, tears sprung from her eyes. She pounded her fist into the crusted snow. Why?Why?Why?!

     Virginia. The girl stopped crying and looked up. Virginia. Her eyes darted around searching for the source of the voice she knew so well. But he wasn’t there. Suddenly a burst of arctic cold air surrounded her. The tip of her nose tingled and frost formed on her eyelashes where her tears had been. In front of her the air seemed to take shape. Crystals of white and blue formed the face she had loved as long as she could remember.

She reached out. The moment her fingers touched his check a layer of frost crept up them. “Jackin?” To her amazement her one true love smiled back with frosted blue lips.

 Read the firstFrost

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15 Comments Add yours

  1. Helen says:

    Aww that was sweet. I hope she can let him go now.

    1. Lara Dunning says:

      I dont’ think Jack Frost is the kind of guy you could let go of. Such a tragedy.

  2. John Wiswell says:

    Neat touch putting Virginia’s name in the stark black font when it’s uttered by the-whatever-is-speaking. That hooks pretty well.

    Would you consider numbering these, particularly in the post titles? Would make it easy to keep track of. I’m a terrible serial reader and need all the help I can get.

    1. Lara Dunning says:

      Yes, I could do that. Probably will have to if I write more. I’m glad the black text worked. I wasn’t sure if it would draw the reader to much out of the story.

  3. fivereflections says:

    very very creative!

    1. Lara Dunning says:

      @IcySedgwick Me too. It leaves one with such a desperate longing- or at least that is how I see it in my head.

      @fiverefelctions Thank you.

  4. Icy Sedgwick says:

    I’ve always been fascinated by Jack Frost and this is an elegant spin on the idea. Hopefully they can both rest easy now.

  5. Beautiful story. I’ve always believed that our salvation, whatever it might be, can be found in nature.

  6. Steve Green says:

    Even the frost can’t stop the warmth of true love from shining through. 🙂

    1. Lara Dunning says:

      @AidanFritz @SoniaLal @SteveGreen Thanks for commenting. …and warmth wrapped around his cold, cold heart.

  7. Sonia Lal says:

    Hey they can both be together now!

  8. Aidan Fritz says:

    I like how you avoid going into how she killed him the 1st time, and the hint at that death really grabs your attention.

  9. brainhaze says:

    Lovely story – and the imagery is perfect in this piece – great work!!!

    1. Lara Dunning says:

      @tomgillespie Jack Frost is an interesting story to work with. As a die hard romantic I had to write it bittersweet.

      @brainhaze Thank you.

  10. Great sequel Lara. At the end of Frost, I wanted to know what would happen to the poor unfortunate girl.. and this is even more poignant. A beautiful duet of stories.. Your use of language is sublime with some wonderful turns of phrase.

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