Ice Ice Baby.

 

Frozen.

I’d never found courage enough to do it before.

I sat with my back against the window for the first time. The subtle sound of stepping feet came first. Then the silhouette in my peripheral. Then followed the slow tingling whisper of breath on the back of my neck.

As the sensation shot through the hairs on my skin, into each vertebrae of my spine and through the very bones holding me there, I turned to ice.

34 Comments

  1. 12th December 2015 / 12:05 pm

    Really great piece. I am left wondering why did she turn to ice now and never before.

    • 18th December 2015 / 4:19 pm

      Hmm, I’m not even sure I know that myself, perhaps it needs a little exploring…

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