Is there such a thing? Or would it be more like a dust devil? Or a snow devil? Hm. Snow Devil. That would be a great title for a story.
Anyway, I want to talk about this weird storm we had recently. Huh? Yanno, I really like that Snow Devil title. It does not have to be about snow or devils. Maybe it could be a metaphor for a really good suspense story.
Er, what was I going to talk about? Oh right. The storm we had last Wednesday. It was really a great title, um, I mean a really weird storm. It started as rain and then changed into freezing rain, sleet, HEAVY SNOW, and then wind.
As the wind blew off my scarf, I held the blade point downward with the drops of red creating a trail from the abandoned car. The authorities would not find the body until the blizzard ended. They might even believe the accident caused the wound. No. The blood sprayed throughout the vehicle told of a different tale.
And this wind was powerful. It rumbled and rattled all the windows. You simply could not ignore the sound.
Her voice sounded through the emptiness, calling my shaking footsteps forward. Cold. I was cold. Yet she urged me on. She said I had the strength to trudge on through the deepening snow.
And I thought the walls were going to collapse in. Seriously, I jumped up and raced to the window and saw the strangest sight.
She stood there. My beautiful Ann stood a few feet away, her arms stretching out, her lips whispering for me to hold her close. I raced forward. My Ann was alive again. Stephanie’s death had brought Ann back to life. I shouted, “I’m coming, Ann. Momma is coming.”
I stared outside and saw that the snow had stopped falling. Yet there was this column of loose snowflakes picked up off the ground by the wind. It looked like a large column that rotated counterclockwise moving past the window and headed into the neighbor’s yard.
The snowflakes blinded me as I stumbled forward. Then my feet walked over nothingness. Down, so far down, I rolled along the steep slope in an uncontrollable counterclockwise tumble. I wished it would rewind my watch. I wished my fall would rewind time so I could have been more careful on where I had placed my unknowing feet.
The column kept going, moving past the neighbor’s garage and into the trees behind the building until it was out of sight. The sound faded. I never saw anything like it.
Something was causing a lump under the fabric of my jeans. Bone. I had broken my leg when my body slammed onto the rocky ground from the short drop-off. I wanted to curse my bad luck, yet I had a bigger problem as my fingers scraped at the ground for the knife that rested two inches out of my reach. The roar sounded again as the large shape pushed up to stand on back limbs. Its muzzle opened wide. Teeth looked sharper than my poor little blade. Yet we would find out which being had the more deadly edge as I grabbed the knife just when the bear charged forward to maul me.
Anyway, that was all I wanted to talk about. The storm. Sorry if I bored you with my little tale.