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Evan Cameron Judith Russell Jc <Creative_Crafter>

	Snow Job	825 dni temu
	“Hello Sally”, said Sam, under his breath, his head lowered. “Hello Sam”, Sally replied forcefully. There followed a long awkward silence between them. The wind could clearly be heard blowing through the valley, jumbling the path of the snowflakes as they fell chaotically around the two of them, and was already filling their vacant footprints and the tyre treads. The numbing coldness of the air began to seep through their clothes, even though they were heavily laden with them. Both began instinctively to wrap their arms around themselves simultaneously. “Better get moving”, Sam finally said, breaking the silence. “Is that yours now?” Sally asked, nodding towards the snow plough from which Sam had descended just a few seconds before. “Yes”, said Sam, brightening up a bit, “All bought and paid for now.” “How long did it take?” “Three years.” “That’d be about right…Cool!” “Like I said, I should get going.” But Sam didn’t move. “It’s red”, remarked Sally. “My favourite colour.” “I know.” “You would’ve had it yellow.” “So you remember mine.” Silence. “There’s a lot I remember.” “Do you?” Sally asked, peering at him directly for the first time. “Yes,” Sam replied, looking up quickly and then looking back down at the snow. Sally also looked down again. “Such as what?” asked Sally, under her breath. Silence. “Such as what?” Sally repeated, more forcefully. “Such as…” Sam begun, still looking down. “You’re hopping from foot to foot,” remarked Sally. “Yes,” said Sam. “It’s cold.” “And you’re nervous all of a sudden,” added Sally, getting bolder. “What for!” Sam suddenly snapped, lifting his head immediately and glaring at her. “Because…” “Because what!” “Because…oh, never mind,” she said, glancing away. The both dropped their heads once more. “Well…must get going. It’s cold.” “So you said.” “Got work to do.” “Obviously.” “My business – my plough.” Still neither of them moved. Then suddenly… “Can you give me a lift?” “What!” “I mean…can I go for a ride?” By now they were both looking at each other again. “You weren’t interested…before!” “What’s that got to do with it?” “Why are you suddenly interested now?” “Well…you know…” “Yes?” “I’m curious.” “Now!” “Yes…now!” Sam looked up at the sky and rolled his eyes. “Oh, so NOW she’s curious. NOW she wants to know what it’s like!” “Don’t be like that.” Sam looked back at Sally. “Well, I’m sorry Sally, but NOW is not the time OK? Maybe THEN was the time but not now.” “What wrong with now?” “It wouldn’t be appropriate, would it!” There was a pause between them. “Where do you want to go anyway?” “Nowhere really, just…” Sally’s voice faded away. There was silence once more which seemed almost like eternity between them until… “Well, I really must be going.” stated Sam with determination. He began trudging towards the snow plough, jiggling his legs in order to shake off some surplus snow as he moved. But in a sudden burst of energy, Sally moved, pushing ahead of him and began climbing onto the vehicle. “Hey! What are you doing?” “I’m going for a ride.” “Not you’re not!” Sam yelled, springing towards her. He grabbed her by the legs as she was half inside the plough. “Ouch! Stop kicking me!” “Let go of me. Let go of me!” Sally suddenly screamed, a loud-pitched curdle that half the valley could hear. Startled, Sam let go of her and fell backwards on the ground as Sally scrambled into the vehicle. “What are you doing! What are you doing!” cried Sam as he saw the levers of his beloved machine being pulled back and forth. Still immobile in unbelief, being startled by Sally’s sudden actions, he heard the sound of the motor turning. “No! No!” he shouted and then “Sally, you don’t know what you’re doing!” Sam suddenly sprung into action. He leapt onto the side of the vehicle just as it started moving and managed to open the door. By now the plough was beginning to careen down the hill. “You don’t know how to drive this Sally! Get out of the way.” “Leave me alone!” she said, fighting his hands. “Look, if you want a ride I’ll give you a ride, ok? But move over, let me drive!” “Oh, the tree!” Sally suddenly exclaimed. “Oh my God! The tree!” In desperation, Sam grabbed her by the shoulders but she didn’t need any encouragement as they both flew out the door just as the plough smashed into a huge evergreen. They were both on the snow. He was on top of her, holding her. A sudden strange look came over him. “This is what I remember,” he whispered. He kissed her, just like that, hard and passionately and she responded immediately, wrapping her arms about his head. Both were oblivious of the cold. “Oh Sam. Oh Sam,” she sighed but then he suddenly pulled back, dismantling her arms from around him. “Is that how you remember it Sally,” Sam muttered, menacingly, “or…is that how you remember…my brother!” He got up, a complete disregard of the distress now on her face. “Who’s going to fix that plough?” he said, looking at the wreckage under the tree. Then he turned to Sally again. She hadn’t moved. “Will my brother fix it you think? I think it was his fault. This whole thing was his fault!” He moved to take a closer look at the damage. The plough scoop was bent and twisted making it useless to do its job. But he jumped into the driver’s seat and managed to restart the engine ok. He then backed the machine away from the tree, pausing only to glance at Sally one final time and give a parting shot before driving away. “He was my brother!” he snarled and he left her, still lying in the snow, sobbing. © 2007 R V Gray
	opublikowane przez Evan Cameron Judith Russell Jc