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Coyotes Weep - The Night Series
Part 2
Cold Nights
Sequel to Song in the
Night
Warning: Major character death
Part 2 of what seems to be becoming a series.
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It's bitter cold tonight.
Freezing, piercing, biting cold.
The kind of cold that slices you open like a sharp knife and leaves you
bleeding all over the ground before you realize you've even been cut.
Blood spreads and pools, you know. A little bit looks like a lot… and a lot can
be too much to look at sometimes. I've
seen a lot of blood in my day. Good
blood, bad blood, the blood of innocents, of friends and lovers… brothers… too
much blood. The deep, dark burgundy of a fine wine spread out on the dirt of
humanity, in a vain attempt to right a perceived wrong. Why did he…
Sorry, I forgot the word for tonight was cold. I wasn't expecting to see you again. I figured our little conversation about
coyotes may have scared you off. Simon
bribe you or something?
Right… I'm supposed to be the one talking, not you.
Cold.
I hate it when the humidity levels are high when it's
cold. The slightest breeze seems to
penetrate right down to the bone. You
can't bundle up against it, the best thing to do is finish up as fast as you
can and go home.
I miss my home. Not
just the place, but what it stood for… to be able to come in from the
cold. A warm fire. A chance to unload the problems of the day
and finally relax. A dinner shared with
a roommate who was closer than a brother.
Why …
Shit! Sorry… cold.
I hear that we are supposed to get more snow tonight. You can leave early if you feel the
need. Or, I guess you can bunk here if
the roads get bad. I don't want anyone
else hurt because of me. Every time I
blink I see the light slowly fading from his blue eyes. Suddenly, I'm back
there again. I'm pinned in place, unable
to reach him. I tried. God, I tried.
I knew if I could reach him, he'd be okay. We've done it before… it would have worked,
if only I could have reached him. Even
with a fingertip… I was so close. Just
inches. I just needed a few inches. So close… God, so close.
Sorry, I guess I drifted off there for a few minutes. You're shivering. There's a blanket on the back of the couch if
you need one. The gang chipped in and
found a duplicate of the one that used to be in the loft.
What was that? Oh,
you heard the 'good' news. Yeah, big
whoopee, my fingers sometimes move on their own now. Maybe in a few more months, I'll be able to
control them enough to shoot someone the finger. How's that for cold?
I'm getting pretty tired now. I'll see you next time. I'm going outside to 'enjoy' the cold. Damn ironic I can enjoy it now. I guess maybe it's because I don't have any
feeling in most of my body. No feeling,
but lots of feelings. Mostly just
pain. I just wish the cold would numb
the pain.
The end
Feedback
is greatly appreciated. Cheryl