No Halcyon (Part One)

This is a two-part series. Part two will be published next week.

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Adela clutched her coat tighter around her shoulders. The gentle snowfall turned harsh once the sun came down. Everything blurred in front of her as negligible tears slid down her crimson-colored cheeks. Afraid of her eyes freezing shut, Adela blinked away the tears or at least tried to. Though she was failing at that task pretty significantly. 

A cough overtook her for a moment. Adela stood hunched over like a dramatic child trying not to throw up what little she had eaten before she had left for school. 

Her mind was swirling with the idea that the storm would only get worse as she walked. She was already too far from home to walk back. She needed to find someplace to stay until the painstakingly harsh storm gave up on its terror. 

As Adela walked, or more so stumbled, through the thick snow she realized she had run into a few snow-covered benches. Panic took over her senses as she realized there was no shelter, only the benches.

Benches would not give her shelter in the slightest. 

Adela had wished she never left for school this morning. She wondered how many others were stranded in the blizzard along with her. She hoped not many. As Adela walked, her hope was slowly wasting away. The longer she stumbled through the snow, the quicker the cold of the snow overtook her.

Bringing her glove-covered hands to her mouth she blew on them, hoping for some warmth. That gave her little to nothing. No halcyon.  Actually making it worse.  Her breath was somehow even colder than the frigid air. 

Usually, it took Adela an hour to walk to school, but because of the unannounced blizzard, Adela knew she would be taking much longer. Adela couldn’t even tell where she was.  She didn’t know if she was walking on gravel or grass and could barely see 30 inches in front of her.

Everything Adela touched seemed to be colder than the last. Adela hoped her fingers would fall off just so the tingly sensation that filled her fingers would finally end.

Looking down at her pocket, the faint clinking of a few pennies and dimes kept her grounded. Her head darted up. All she should’ve been hearing was wind but she could hear something else. She hoped that what she heard wasn’t her imagination and that she had actually heard something, but she was wrong.