Felicity: A Short Story

As I stepped out of the exit door a frigid breeze almost made me an iceberg. I did not feel my hands, legs and it caused pain in my esophagus and ears similar to the pain which I had only experienced when I licked or swallowed ice-candies in India. But this condition was pacified by the “SNOW”. When in India I remember that my family once visited one of the states of India in the Himalayan region to experience snow. During my initial few months over here snow was a pleasure to watch and I didn’t understand the reason for everybody worrying about the snowy days. I felt it needless to worry about so soft, so white, so smooth snow until I had to drive in that not so smooth snow, clean not so soft and white snow and then get exhausted to wait for the so called SPRING.

Three days earlier on a wintery morning. I walked out of my warm apartment, as the cold breeze instantly smacked me in the face, even with my woolly, Christmas themed sweater and thick, quilted coat I was still cold. The sky was washed with grey clouds, as the ground was covered in crisp, white snow. The wind whooshed and whistled past my ears giving me the shivers; I quickly ran through the deep,

"I got to keep going," she thinks, stumbling a few more steps. Suddenly an overwhelming weakness started surging through every muscle in her thin frail body. She tried to fight it, as she heads towards a safer location. The feeling became so powerful that she collapses on the cold wet ground.

Laurel wasn’t exactly sure why there was a crowd gathering around the small house that served as the office building to the powerplant she rigged up. It was the only house in the walled town that had a big enough back yard for her to rig up some generators. When she started it was only a few generators but with the passing days, and with more people appearing at the gate, now most of the backyard held generators. “Excuse me, pardon me.” She would state in a polite voice as she made her way through the growing crowd. She would ignore the questions people were asking her, hell she didn’t even know what they were talking about. A sigh escaped her lips when she reached the steps that led up to the front door. Something someone asked caught her off guard, she raised a brow and turned her head to look at the crowd.

He passes me the pizza then looks at me in a way that makes me melt on the inside as he turns around to walk back to his car.

The day began with the sun rising above the trees and my surroundings becoming perceivable. Five o’clock was about to strike the clock and leaves began to rustle as the wind blew. Jake Hall and I sat in our ground stand, concentrating on any movement. The dreary cold morning had me crossing my arms, trying to preserve any body heat I had left. The breeze in the morning helped nothing at all, as it just muffled my ears and a burning sensation felt on my cheeks. Jake’s dad, Dave, seemed to be perched against a tree across from us just barely in sight. The day marked the beginning of November, I could feel the stinging from the gelid morning, the motionless time, and the epinephrine from the hunt pumping through my body.

Caitlin almost didn’t pick up the phone when she saw Felicity’s name pop up on the screen. Not that she had anything against her Star City friend, she just didn’t exactly feel like talking about Barry right now, or forever probably. To be fair to Felicity, Caitlin wasn’t feeling like talking in general for that matter. The doctor finally picked it up, right before her voicemail would to do it for her.

You know what the best thing about winter is? When it’s over. Winter is that time of the year where getting out of your bed feels like absolute hell. People struggle every day trying to get up for work and for school simply because it’s as cold as the Arctic. Even with heating available nearly everywhere your hands and feet (especially fingers and toes) get painfully cold and numb to the extent where they feel like nothing.

‘That’s a difficult question. I promised you a glass of my favourite rioja. Wait there and I’ll get you one!’

I change into a pair of denim shorts and a striped halter top. I slide my brown combat boots over my socks and stumble down the stairs, not out of the ordinary for my clumsy self. I'm nearly to the door before my Aunt Julia bombards me with questions and cautions- "Where are you going? Be care who you're talkin' to, this ain't Wisconsin, hun, there are some terrible people out there. Did you put on sunscreen?" I cut her off-"I'm just going for a walk, aunt Sarah," I tell her, "I'll be back in an hour" I walk out the door and head to the

A woman named Felicity had been apart of my family for many years. My mother and her went to college together and became very close friends. Since my sibling and I knew her for so long and were so close to her we called her our “Aunt”. As a child, she would tell me to follow my dreams and that practice makes permanent. These words are now something that I remember as I go throughout my day.

I continued down the hallway and found a door that led outside. I ran outside to find snow starting to fall. I realized that I didn't even

I finally have the strength to stand up, while leaning on a heavy rock. All around me are these green vines slashing at my face as I walk. One minute I’m staring out the window of an aeroplane, the next, struggling to breathe with smoke levels increasing, inside a broken jet. I must have passed out with the on and off condition that I have and all. Now, I don’t even know how to relax and just keep moving, hoping to see some human flesh. I look in all directions and faintly see the open sea. I see that I’m isolated in a creepy jungle, in nowhere. I just wish right now I was with my amazing aunty and in that delicious, sweet shop that she works in. Mmmmm… Sweets! I begin to daydream but then realise where I am and whinge. I’m quite exhausted

I jammed my hands into my pockets as I squinted at the blurry mass of snow that swirled dizzyingly in front of my eyes. I cursed my lack of forethought about gloves as my hands grew colder and stiffer in my pockets. I had dragged myself out of my warm bed, slid across my icy porch, and slowly trudged down our unplowed street to my pond.

The smell of crisp, cold fall air, the feeling of multiple layers of clothing and the feel of cold steel on your hands. These feelings will never be forgotten. Hunting season has always brought some great memories. There was one time my two cousins, my uncle, my brother, my dad, and I were all by five o’clock a.m. to go deer hunting. We slowly pulled in and as we stepped out of the truck you could hear the crunch of snow beneath our heavy boots, then slam. My cousin forgot to quietly shut the door. The next second my uncle was so mad, I couldn’t see his face, but you could hear the angry whisper that came from that direction. Then we started to heat the soft whimper of my cousin trying to contain her tears. We finally split and went our own ways to find our spots to sit. My dad has always been my personal guide, so we made our way up and down hills waddling in multiple layers of clothing, trying to step lightly, in the dark while carrying a heavy gun. I did get quite a few looks from my dad telling me that I was being loud and that I needed to be quieter. AS we follow the fence line down to our spot. We cross the fence and get all settled. We had been sitting in this spot for a couple days and we hadn’t seen any deer, but my guide said that there had to be some in the area. We sit there for a while my one leg starts to tingle and fall asleep, so I start to shift and get some glaring looks from my dad, but we had been sitting there for a little while, when we hear a howl that