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The Blizzard and The Boy

By @spyhorse

The Girl

Glad that’s over I think as I walk through the streets in the dead of night. Work lasted…. Longer than anticipated. The streetlights, or lack thereof, are so dim even the moths don’t bother approaching them. I hug myself tighter than usual, an attempt to try and protect myself against the blistering wind of winter. A quick glance at my watch— thirty minutes late.It’s alright. I don’t mind. All I have to do is cross the street and head to the parking lot. At night. The dead of night, where the children are fast asleep and the parties are about to begin. 

I can’t help but feel that there is someone—or something— watching me. It’s alright. There’s no one here, you’ll be okay. My thoughts race faster than before. Gosh, what if it’s a man? What will he do to me? Is he under my car? Where’s my pepper spray? Can I fight him off? What if there is more than one man there? What if it’s a dog? Will it hurt me? Does pepper spray work against dog? What if the man has a gun? Will he shoot me? Will anyone help me? Will anyone be there for me? What happens if something happens and I’m alone? What will happen to my family? Friends?

The wind from the night sweeps to my legs, swirling the snow about my leggings. I shiver. Come on, you have to get going, you’re already late as is. Sprinting to my car, I click the unlock key about a hundred times—just to be sure it works. Practically jumping into the driver’s seat, I quickly lock the door and breathe a sigh of relief. No dog. No strange man. Something’s still nagging at the back of my head. What is it? Huh. I jam the key into the start and turn on the car’s lights. Everything’s blurry. No glasses. 

The snowy haze has covered the street, the lights from my car puncturing through the snow’s rich color. I glance back into the back of my car. Nothing. Nothing to worry about, that is. Backing out of the parking lot, I make my way through the snow-piled rural streets to find my way home. My fingers tap against the steering wheel as I make it to a red light. The intersection is long past its prime, the light hanging on by a literal thread. 

A car approaches mine, the headlights blaring into my eyes and my soul. Big car. Black. Who’s in there? Where are they going? What do they want? My mind wanders as the light turns green, and my car sputters before continuing forward. The light is not the only thing beyond its prime. My car continues down the never ending road. My eyes wander back to my mirror, looking back at the car behind me. Making a path for the car behind mine, my old car struggles to get through the unplowed snow on the road. Mere seconds later, my car sputters to a stop. 

No.. not now. Please! I just got the car checked out… emergency lights on, I jam the key into the start again. Sputter. Nothing. Off. On. Sputter. Nothing. Off. On. Cough. Nothing. Off. On. Wheeze. Nothing. Just plain nothing.

A knock on my window. 

There’s a man. Alone. On a country road. Alone. I am alone. He motions for me to lower the window. I don’t comply and divert eye contact. My mind begins to race once more, compiling a list for how many ways this man could hurt me. I jam my key back into the start, hoping for a sound—simply a sound— to not have to accept help. 

Nothing. Figures. 

The man knocks again, more softly. I look at him more closely. His eyes catch mine, and suddenly I’m trapped within his blue gaze. He smiles warmly. Still hesitant, I lower the window slightly, so not even a finger can make its way to me. The man is not a man at all, rather, a boy. Seventeen, maybe eighteen. His figure is a shadow in the moonlight, big broad shoulders upon an athletic body. Bundled in a black jacket, the snow brushes past his coat and falls elegantly onto the ground. Under the knit beanie is a tuft of curly, brown hair. 

He smiles at me. I smile back, not as brightly given the situation. He looks to the tiny crack in the window. “Having car trouble?” He says with a little too much enthusiasm. I can tell he gets a view of my slightly irritated face before continuing, “I’m not really good with cars,” he stammers softly, “… but I can take a quick look if you want”. My gaze lowers, “Are you sure? It’s awfully cold out here” last I checked it was seven below zero. The last thing anyone wants, including me, is to stay out longer than a solid forty seconds. He laughs and says, “Well, do you want yo just be stuck out here all alone?”.

I look up to him and feel my mouth smirk. Okay, he has a point. “Pop the hood real quick, would ya?” He wanders towards the front of the car. Although he continues to talk to me, his voice becomes more faint as the wind picks up again. I obey him and hear the metallic click of the car open up. 

My view is quickly obstructed from what he’s doing. Suddenly I feel uneasy. Why am I popping the hood for him?! I barely know him… What on Earth are you thinking! My neck crains to try to see him again, but to no avail. Darn it, how stupid am I? He could be doing anything behind that hood. Sabotaging my car, forcing me to actually be stuck here… maybe trying to figure out how to get to me from the outside? I hear him shout something, but the wind takes his voice to the clouds. 

Minutes pass. Five. Ten. My heart races with every passing moment. As much as I wanted to call someone—anyone— my phone died halfway through my shift. Although I didn’t want to rely on a stranger, I guess I have no choice. He comes back around to the window and points to the ignition. I delicately place the key inside and turn it until the soft purr of my car fills the air. We stare at each other. “I guess you are pretty good at cars after all” I whisper before continuing “thank you so much for fixing it”. I smile. A real smile. He does too. He rubs both hands together, “Well, as much as I’d like to stick around, it’s pretty cold out. I hope you get home safely,” his eyes meet mine once again and he waves with his ungloved hands before turning back to the car from which he came. 

His smile and kindness hit me. I look down to my dash. All the doors are still locked. My mind races, but there’s no time. He’s practically in his car. My hands push the unlock button and I pull the handle. It’s as though a burden has been lifted from my mind. Things are less blurry. Clear. Calm despite the chaos of the storm around me. 

The door reminds agape, snow piling into my car. “WAIT!” The shout sounds like more of a whisper compared to the wind and thick snow. Brown hair whirls around my head. The boy slowly turns around, puzzled. He tilts his head and stares at me for a moment. My cheeks turn pink, “I.. never got your name,” I smile softly and look at the pools of blue, “You’ve really helped me out, the least I could do is thank you by name!”. A look of understanding dawns on his face, and he blushes slightly. He looks down and smiles, “My name’s Luke” he gives me a grin, “now who are you?”. I laugh, newfound freedom radiating off of me, “Savannah”.

“And that’s how I met your father”

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