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Living in Ice Age (Fiction)
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I'm so cold, numbed of all the feelings. Great, don't feel a thing. Even the fear, the pain and all the other ill feelings are frozen. I'm just crouching at the corner of my cave, trying to get some warmth. But there is no warmth, only cold, deadly cold. The cave, once filled with light and noise in good days, now is dark and empty. I'm crouching here, waiting, waiting for what? I really don't know. The time is passing by, but my life keeps stagnant.
It's quite late but my partner hasn't shown up yet. He took away the scanty food we squirreled away, and I had no idea where he had been. Honestly, I don't care any more. That's one thing we used to quarrel a lot, even before the storm hit. We are so extremely different indeed! Save food meant to me a four square world---stability---obligations—freedom---and security. But for him, it's something unwanted and unnecessary. If one ran out of the food, one simply scrounged, or lived on one's friends and relations for a bit. However that kind of thing doesn't exist in my world. I couldn't beg or borrow or live on the others. That is just against all my nature. So that's followed a series of fights and quarrels. And now I am too tired to involve in another fight that led to no result.
Some one said that memory is a cruel thing. If you lived a happy life at the present, your memory would lead you back to the miserable past. If you led a hard life now, those happy memories would make you even more vulnerable to the cruel reality. Of what good was remembrance? But how could one switch off recalling the past? It just emerged now and then out of your control.
" Would you come with me?" He asked gently that day, and his eyes sparkled with strength and determination makes me feel so warm and safe. In an impulse, I wished to follow the light of his eyes to the edge of the earth. Oh, God. Please let me led by my feelings. Please let me break all the bounds of guilty and morality. Please let me leave from with this terrible place and go to the promising land with someone I could lean on.
“No, I can't, I am sorry I can't." The words had come out spontaneously, as if spoken by another personality using my own vocal cords. The fire in his eyes flickered. He signed heavily and faded out into the distance. I had an urge to cry, I wished to cry. But I can't. Yes, I can't. I can't leave my partner, better or worse. We are bounded together. The storm was coming, and the other animals began to move, heading to their promising land. But my partner refused to go. He insisted the miracle would come. So I had to stay with him, waiting, waiting for what? I really don't know.
It's midnight. My partner came back, wearing a guilty look. “The food, I thought I could drive a better bargain with them. But…" “Never mind." I cut in. “Really?" he hesitated, then came up with a somewhat strange question: " You would not leave me, would you?" A deadly silence. Then I heard I said: " No, I won't" I tried to give him a smile, but tears swelled up and frozen on my face.
Cold.
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- vctrlao: does this fiction reflect your real life or you just wrote it for no reason?It is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of my imagination and used fictitiously.
