An Infinite Winter.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story I wrote one day whilst I was very bored. It's a story about a tragic event.

Submitted: June 29, 2014

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An Infinite Winter.

Wed 20th 6.59 AM

As I lay there on my rickety old bed, I heard the muffled sounds of people talking and a siren wailing in the distance.I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. The noises were getting louder, as if they were being drawn here, but why should they? Nothing special ever happens here, but yet right on cue the door bell rang. I sighed and heaved myself off my bed. Still groggy from just waking up, I slowly opened my bedroom door and made my way downstairs.

As walked down the stairs leading to the front door, I realized that my house was eerily quiet, so quiet that every step I made sounded like a stampede of elephants.Usually my Mother would be awake by now, sitting in the kitchen drinking her morning coffee, but for some reason the kitchen was empty.

I arrived at the front door and peered through the peep-hole. I saw the figure of a masculine man in uniform standing with his back to the door, constantly fidgeting and tapping his feet. Was he worried I thought? As I unlocked the door, a gust of cold air sent a shiver down my spine. Oh, I thought, I forgot that it was winter here. I hugged my chest tightly, as I tried to not let any heat escape me.

I turned to look at the man and said in hoarse voice,"Hello?"
The man turned around and I realized he wore a badge, A policeman? "Ah, Good Morning"
"Oh, Good Morning", I replied.
"Is this the Sheffield Residence?",He asked, with a concerned look on his face.
"That depends, who's asking?"
"Detective Riddard from the local Police Force", He took out his badge as Identification.
"Well detective, how can I help?"
"Well...", he struggled to find the words,"This is a delicate situation that concerns your Mother"
My heart skipped a beat,"My Mother? Wait...What happened?"
"Do you mind if we go inside and continue this discussion in a more, ah...private location, it's a bit cold out here",Replied the detective.

I closed the door behind the Man as I escorted him to the living room. He sat on the large couch that was right in front of the window overlooking the driveway. I slowly walked over to the chair opposite and sat down.

The Detective stared at me for a few seconds then said, rather bluntly,"Son, your Mother's been killed"
Again my heart skipped a beat, only this time the blood rushed to my ears as they began to ring and my back began to tense up.
Thoughts began rushing through my mind.This couldn't be true...No...This can't be happening..he's lying...As I tried to catch my breath and figure out what to say to him, he asked,"Are you alone in this house?"
To which I replied, slightly puzzled with the change of topic,"Yes...but what does that have to do with my mother?"
The detective stood up and walked to the window. He peered outside, like a a cat hunting for its prey, then suddenly pulled the curtains shut.
"Wha...?", was all I managed to say when he quickly turned around and pointed a silver revolver at me.
"Nothing personal kid, but these things happen", he said with a grin as he pulled the trigger.

The last thing I remember was the barrel of the gun pointed at my face and a gold tooth that was shining in the mouth of that crooked smile.

Why? I thought. What's going on? Why. Why. Why...why...

As the world began to fade to black I heard the ticking of a clock.

Tick.Tick.Tick

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