Momento

By: N

    The snow hung in the air of the mountain pass, not a ray of sun gracing the tundra that was sprawled out before this speck. She slowly fell apart, her mind fading as she walked forward. At this point it was more tumbling than anything else, her feet barely catching her as she went. The slippery mess of frosted water caused her to fall once or twice on her journey.

    Drip. Drip. Drip. A hand could not contain the liquid that spilled forth onto the ground, it was abundantly clear with each trickle that there wasn’t a chance to make it out of this. Nevermind how this happened to her, this moment was the sonata of her life. The finality of this was crystal to her mind, it was only the primal instincts that forced her to keep walking.

    She moaned from the pain, her thin windbreaker not able to keep the cold from stinging her wound. Her hand was far from it’s usual pale color, and was now it was stained with something else. Her lips were slowly turning into the same color as her hand, a thin stain running down from her lips to her chin, adding more drips to the beat that thudded against the pure white powder.

    There were more thin lines running now, all three running down her face, one dark red and the other two clear as could be. This wasn’t how it should have ended, in the cold wind and the icy mountains, she would rather end it in her home next to her husband. Her brown hair whipped as she was knocked over from the breeze. She collapsed into the snow, her body enveloped in the blanket. It was like a tub, the hole that her body created was being filled with both her body and the fluids it had once contained.

    She was past the point of speaking, and slowly she faded. There was no bang when she passed, just an echo across the mountains of a soul being released from it’s mortal coil. It didn’t take long for the snow to bury her, leaving her remains gone and forever lost in it’s icy finality. What would ever happen to the young man’s heart? That was for another story to dwell on.

    The mountain went on. The snow went on. The wind went on. The cold went on. The family went on. The husband went on. Everything moved on from this moment, from this final sentence in her life. Everything continued. Nothing was gained, nothing was lost. Soon even the blood was gone, the last sonido of a life being whisked away with the cold winter winds.