Snow Angel

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Allie was a lonely young girl who could only find joy in the snow angels she made every winter. It was her only escape at times. To


Allie Logan was in the back seat of her parents red Ford Escort staring blankly towards the dark  sky, hoping to be the first to see the snowflakes the weatherman had been talking about all week. Her forehead pressed against the window so she could feel the cold. Truth be told she was trying to drown out the constant arguing that she heard coming from the front seat. She used to listen to them intently when they kept her awake at night because she thought that if she listened she could find a way to fix them.

“Dad,” she said without taking her head away from the cold window, “Can we stop somewhere so I can go pee? I’ve had to go forever now.”

“Damn it Allie,” he began, clearly upset by the argument that was occurring in the front seat, “I told you before we left that you should have gone.”

“Rick stop,” her mother, Jane pleaded, “she is 10 years old, and if she has to pee she has to freaking pee. Stop being a prick.”

“Fine,” he said as he let out a defeated sigh, “We will stop at the next place we come across, but I swear to you Allie if you have to go again ten minutes after we leave there I’m slapping the piss out of you.”

“I won’t,”she said,”I promise.”

Allie knew she could never keep that promise. For as long as she remembered she had to go pee all the time. Her mom told her sometime last year that potty training her was the hardest thing she ever did in here life, because she always had to go. She readjusted herself in more of a lying down position and stared at the night sky.

This stretch of I-75 in Ohio seemed to go on forever with no gas stations or rest stops anywhere. It ended up taking a great deal longer to find a place they could stop so it took about an hour before they came across anything. The drive felt even longer to Allie since the arguing had stopped, but it was replaced with a painful silence. She had just started to fall asleep when she was jerked out of her sleep.

“ Jesus damn,” Rick said as he hit his hand on the steering wheel. “Is this the only rest stop on this highway? There’s no damn place to park.”

“Dad!” Allie screamed in excitement, “It must have snowed here already, look there’ enough snow so I can make a snow angel.”

Rick used to think it was cute that Allie constantly wanted make snow angels whenever there was snow on the ground. One morning when she was 6 it had snowed the night before, and Allie begged to go outside to play. She was out there for hours, and had made snow angels on every square inch of their yard.

It was at this point that Rick had decided that it was a little weird. Now any time they went out and snow was on the ground, she threw a fit until she was allowed to make snow angels. To be fair though, that was the only thing she was ever adamant about, so she usually won.

Rick drove around the parking lot for another 10 minutes before finally finding a spot. It was at the far end of the grounds, past the car parking, and even past the semi parking. Before Rick even got the car parked Allie burst out the door and ran at full speed towards the amazing spot under a pine tree where the snow was the perfect depth.

“Damn it Allie wait,” her father shouted after her.

“Leave her be Rick,” Jane said.

That was all it took. Rick was so tired of the fighting, he just wanted 5 minutes to himself away from Jane.

Jane headed towards the bathrooms, while Rick lit up one of the many cigarettes he was hiding from Jane. As far as she knew he had been smoke free for over a year. Rick leaned against the Escort and stared at the sky, much he same way Allie had done on the way here. For the rest stop being so busy it was oddly silent. Rick assumed it was due to the fact that it was 2am, and like his mother always said, nothing good happens after 1am. He relished the silence and could have stayed like that for hours.

While Rick was savoring the last smoke, he would ever have Allie found her own corner of heaven. Sprawled out waving her arms and legs back and forth staring at the sky, she couldn’t have been happier. There was no sky to be seen, which was of course due to the snow that didn’t show even a hint of stopping.

Jane walked out of the building, with her eyes on the Taurus. She could see the light on Ricks cigarette the moment she stepped back into the cold and put her hood up.

“That son of a bitch,” she was whispering to herself, “ I knew he was still smoking, I am so sick of his shit.” Ignoring the man she walked past as she spoke to herself, she only had eyes for the betrayal she saw at the other end of that cigarette.

“Hey,” she screamed as she stepped onto the parking lot, “What the hell is that huh? I thought you quit over a year ago huh?”

Rick rolled his eyes, knowing that this argument was going to take up the entire trip home. He took his last puff, and flicked it on the ground, having no interest in looking at Jane as she approached.

“Just get your daughter and get in here so we can get the hell home,” Rick said, still not bothering to look at her. The past few years have made it so Rick didn’t even think it was worth being nice to his wife. To him she was a bother that was only sent to him, to bother the hell out of him. At times he was fairly certain that, he couldn’t even stand to look at his own daughter, because she shared the same green eyes he saw in Jane every time he looked at her.

As Rick opened the door Jane ran up to him and slammed it shut.

“No,” she said, “How about you go get your daughter Rick.”

The way she stared at him, Rick knew this was going to be one of the things he had to give in to. She was determined to win this battle, and probably the next six arguments, since in her mind, anyway, Rick had just done the most evil thing imaginable.

“Whatever,” Rick mumbled, and he walked away towards the picnic area where he thought Allie had went to.

Rick approached the tree and knew he was right, because he saw the snow angel that Allie had undoubtedly made. There wasn’t just one snow angel though, and there wasn’t a million of them like she had made at home before.

“What the,” he whispered as he stared at what was in the snow.

Allie was no where to be seen. Not even her footprints. In the snow was the snow angel that Allie had made, and another one. Made by someone taller and wider.

“Rick,” Jane yelled from the car, “I’m driving now move your ass,get your daughter and lets go.”

Rick didn’t move.

“She’s gone,” he said to himself.

Rick could hear Jane yelling at him to hurry up, but he just couldn’t move. He stared at the two snow angels and suddenly hating himself for ever not liking them.

“Rick,” Jane shouted from the car, “Rick move your ass now, we need to leave, the sooner we get to the hotel the sooner I can go to sleep, now come ON.”

Finally able to break the paralyzed feeling Rick had, he ran to the parking lot and went from car to car peering into each car thinking someone may have taken her and are getting ready to leave. Around his 4th or 5th car Jane came over to figure out what was going on.

Rick, “she said softly as she lifted her hand up and held his arm, “Where’s Allie?”

“I don’t freaking know Jane,” he yelled as he shook her hand off of him, “I went to the tree and saw there was 2 snow angels made, and one of them was tall and big enough to be a man who was even taller than me.”

“What,” Jane asked with tears beginning to stream down her face, “Where…where is she?”

Rick knew nothing was going to get done, if he stood there and listened to her whine. He was sad too, but what the hell good would it do to be so upset that you stand there and do nothing when your daughter could be anywhere right now.

“Jane,” Rick began, “How about you go inside again and see if maybe she went inside I’ll keep checking the cars and then the woods behind her snow angel tree ok?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, “That’s all it probably is, she’s just inside.”

As Jane walked away Rick started trying car doors to get a more thorough look inside the cars. She had to be around here somewhere he thought. Things like this just don’t happen in real life.

Meanwhile, Jane was opening up bathroom stalls, and poking her head under the locked ones, not caring if the people in them were mad at all. When your child missing you find that there isn’t a whole hell of  a lot that you do care about other than finding your child. Nothing.

Jane stood back up after looking in the last stall and leaned against the wall, tears streaming down her face. She places her hands over her mouth, and cried, and cried. One of the stalls opened just then, it was an elderly woman that she had just seen when she looked in the stall.

“Crazy bitch,” the old lady said, “What in the hell is a matter with you, snooping in on people like that?”

Jane ignored her, she also ignored the other 2 women who came out of the stalls and called her the same thing, and worse, than the old lady had. After what seemed like just a minute to Jane, but in reality was 10 minutes or more, she was able to compose herself and head back out to the car. She swept her hands down straitening up her jacket and skirt and returned to the lobby.

“Mommy,” Allie screamed when Jane got into the lobby.

Jane ran over to her and hugged her tighter than she probably she have, but she couldn’t help it, this must have been a blessing from God.

“Oh baby,” Jane said as she held her close, “Where were you?

“I’m sorry Mom,” she answered, “The nice guy that works here, saw me making my snow angel, and came to join me to make one too.”

“You scared the hell out of me Allie,” Jane said.

“He just brought me to this closet room, to show me the cool stuff he gets to use to clean the restrooms with,” Allie said, “Did you know that if someone misses, and poops on the  floor that he would have to pick it up? That is so gross.”

Jane just smiled and took her hand.

“Yeah I know Allie,” Jane said, “let’s go find Daddy huh?”

Allie nodded her head up and down swiftly. Even though the rest stop didn’t scare Allie, like it did her parents, but Allie knew she didn’t want to be out here for too long. The moment they stepped outside, they could see Rick by their car. From the distance, it was hard to tell what he was doing, but Jane figured he was probably smoking another damn secret.

Upon approaching Rick, Jane noticed he wasn’t smoking. Damn lucky she thought, she would have left his ass if he lit up another one. No, he wasn’t smoking, but tears were rolling down his face. He looked up and saw Jane and immediately embraced her.

“Oh my God Jane,” he said, “You were gone forever, I didn’t know what was going on. I checked every single car, inside, outside, and even underneath them. Back in the forest I thought I was on the right trail, because I saw something move but it wasn’t her.”

Rick took in a deep breath to try and compose himself so he could get this out as quickly as possible.

“Jane,” he began, “I….I…I got to the car and she.” He paused.

“What Rick,” she screamed, “What the hell are you talking about, I found…”

“Come here,” Rick interrupted.

Rick grabbed her hand and held on tight. Jane thought this was incredibly weird, she doesn’t think he has held her hand in 5 years. As they approached the car Jane could see shoes, the same purple and yellow shoes that Allie was wearing. Rick opened the car door and said something to Jane. Jane was lost, she wouldn’t have been able to hear him if he was blowing a blow horn in her ear.

In the back seat lay Allie. Her head was bleeding and there was blood dripping off the side of the seat to the floor below.  Her eyes were closed and her arms were crossed intersecting each. She was gone. Rick had time to investigate before his wife came over, and it looked like someone had beaten her over the head. They then left her in their car.

“Oh my God,” cried Jane, “My Baby! Allie.”

Jane ran to the open door, shoving Rick out of the way so suddenly he actually fell on the ground. He hit the ground with a loud thud and an obvious scream of pain.

“My baby,” she said, “This can’t be  real, this just can’t be I just saw you walking with me. I touched your hand. This can’t be real, it just can’t be.”

Rick remained on the ground watching her, knowing there is something he should do, he needed  comfort her. After all the fighting, they had done, he wasn’t even sure she would want.

“Jane honey,” he said  as he got up and put his hand on her shoulder, “We need to call th police.”

For the rest of their lives, everywhere they went after it snowed, they had seen a snowangel. 


Submitted: February 09, 2014

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