Hesitating, for a car stop. Car after car drives past me without noticing my half dead thumb, struggling to hold itself together. My fingers colder than the snow itself have lost their will to move. I know that my fingers are there, but they just won’t move. An explosion of the arctic air speared through my coat and prickled along my skin, sinking down my very bones. I raise my head up to the sky, noticing an ocean of black clouds, gathering. The foggy scattered cotton balls are full of tears that are just to burst out into a million pieces. The crystal ice rain, clinging on to my frosty skin. The reflection in every drop was like a mirror, just copying me. I’m surprised how the person in the reflection thinks it’s me. The cries of the skies are as if the heavens were torn coming down to earth to show its sorrow. My right eye caught the sighting of the golden sunrise that came to light my path. A Vauxhall Astra waited for me like a silver panther waiting to attack its prey. My luck started to turn. The door opened its arms out towards me, calling me to get inside. I was on my way…..
