Angry Man

Angry Man

  • Submitted By: koolmo
  • Date Submitted: 11/25/2011 2:33 PM
  • Category: English
  • Words: 527
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The wind is blowing all around her, ruffling her hair and twisting her clothes. She laughs and twirls around, arms reaching up towards the charcoal grey clouds. Her voice echoes then fades with the roar of the wind. Her hair flies all around her like a great auburn ball of fire. The red scarf she wears around her neck gets pulled off and floats away into the distance. Her gloved hands push her hair out of her eyes and she reaches up, she wants to touch the heavens. Her brown and red skirt blooms like a flower in the spring. She lets out another shout of laughter when she feels the wet kiss of the snow on her white skin. She jumps up and down, catching the snowflakes in her small, gloved hands. She leans her head back and closes her bright, hazel eyes. She opens her mouth, laughing at the silliness of it all, and tastes the cold flakes on her red rose of a tongue. When she opens her eyes again, all she sees is blurred colors: brown, grey, white. She sighs loudly, contemplating,, drinking everything in.
He sits alone, afraid, and tired. He tries to see what the fuss is all about: he pulls on his brown boots and trudges into the snow. He listens quietly to the wind rolling through the neat little houses of his town. He sees the beauty of it all, but the beauty just makes the pain seem worse. The trees are white and naked, the branches reaching out towards him. He shivers. There are a few leaves on the ground, all red and brown and orange. They spin in circles, riding the wind. The wind stings his face, like a million tiny daggers tearing his skin. He starts to cry, tears rolling down his face, leaving frozen rivers on his cheeks. He hears a strange sound: a girl crying. Or is she laughing? He can’t tell, but he follows it, trying to distinguish it from the wining of the wind. He finds the girl, playing with the snow, her garments flying all around her. She seems to be glowing like an angel. He sighs, pitying her, yet as he watches, a jealousy arises and threatens...

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