Snow Dreams

Vinnie

by Morning

 

As much as she hated winter Charlene Davidson had to admit that the first snow fall was pleasant to watch. It had been snowing hard all day so she closed the garage early and sat staring out to her bedroom window. She refused to think about digging out in the morning, or the gray slush it would most assuredly turn into. She would just sit and watch it tumble from the sky. Watch it turn the bleak dirty streets of her neighborhood in to a wonderland of white softness.

She pondered the scene a bit longer before going to the closet and pulling out her heavy winter parka, and boots. She dug through some boxes to find the warm woolen mittens and the long white scarf, her Grandmother hand knit and had given her, just a few months before she died. Charley needed to feel not only the warmth of soft material that would surround her neck and hands but the added warmth of the memories that were lovingly attached.

Walking out into the night air Charley stood for a moment watching the lone street light that shown on the corner. She observed how the snowflakes seem to stop and dance in the soft glow just before settling on their new home. It was always so strange how quiet everything got when the snow fell particularly at night. It was if the whole city had taken a moment to stop and breath letting all it's troubles and worries be absorbed into the white silence.

It was also a very lonely feeling, the suddenly sadden mechanic pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders trying to protect herself from a chill not produced by the weather but by the memories of happier times lost. Times when snow meant building a snowman with her dad and going inside to that hot chocolate and warm cookies her mom would have waiting for them. A warm tear slowly made it's way down her cheek and stopped at the hand of someone she hadn't noticed walking up close behind her, who turned her to face him.

"Why the tears Sweethang?"

Charley looked up and saw the one face that put all her hurt back in the past where it belonged. It was odd to see how the cold had little effect on him. The winter jacket he wore was primarily so he wouldn't look conspicuous among the general population, but he still wore no shirt under it.

"No bike and no bros, is everything alright?" She questioned realising he was alone.

"Everything's fine, we aren't joined at the hip Charley girl. I like getting out and walkin'; it helps clear a foggy head. Besides Old Lard Butt is snowed in so I thought I'd take advantage of the lull and check out the foxiest babe this side of three galaxies. I didn't think I'd find her looking lower than the belly of a pregnant ant."

"I'm okay really."

"No, I still see a little sadness in those gorgeous greens. Now what would it take to put a smile on that gorgeous face?" He smiled mischievously. "I know a bath!"

" E-E-Excuse me?" Charley stammered looking at him like he had lost his mind.

Before she could respond any further he picked her up and proceeded to carry her across the street and plop her down in a big snow bank. Charley screamed in total shock, her arms and legs flailing wildly, while he laughed hysterically at her.

She glared at him not surprised that he would act in such an insensitive manner. So while he was laughing and off guard, Charley reached out grabbing him by the jacket and yanked him into the snow, head first.

"Now laugh about that Hot Shot!" She smirked triumphantly at him.

The shocked Martian looked at her, his face covered with snow, "Oh you wanna to play hard ball?"

Charley didn't like the sound of his voice and tried to scramble away but his tail caught hold of her waist, pulling her back into the snow and he held her there. She screamed, giggled and pleaded but he wasn't about to let her up.

"You can't use your tail Vincent. That's not fair."

"Who ever said I played fair Charley girl. I only play by my rules and ya know what those rules say you get as a penalty?" He delicately ran his finger down her cheek.

 

Charley had stopped struggling and answered him with an almost child like pout on her face, "No what?" She looked up at him dreamily resting back in the soft snow, watching the snowflakes land on the silver mask and melt from it's warmth. She was amazed at the sudden tenderness in his voice and twinkle in his soft salmon-colored eyes.

"This." He whispered as he tenderly pulled her close and kissed the top of her head.

"And this." He kissed the bridge of her nose.

"And this" He kissed both her eyes

"And most of all, this." He kissed her lovingly on the lips.

Charley wrapped her arms around his neck and had to admit that the snow did have one more, good thing about it.

The End