Saturday, July 2, 2011
Everything was normal and as it should
be until one day I woke up and there was
I didn't know what it was, but it was a kind
of persistent thing that I couldn't quite ignore.
Something was cold and it was inside, not
outside. It was like a place where someone had
poked me with an icicle. A splinter of winter.
The days passed like they do and I just
got colder. The cold spread until I was like a
sculpture of ice. I didn't sneeze any more, and
I couldn't cry and if I tried to come it was like
a tendril of porcelain. I was a solid man. You
could throw rocks at me and it didn't hurt at all.
I just splintered a little.
Perhaps fortunately, no-one noticed and
everything carried on being normal and as it
should be, all around me.
But I was frozen.