Angels in the Snow
By B.A. Belliveau
Published by Pine Lake Books
copyright 2012 B.A. Belliveau
eBook ISBN: 978-1-926898-39-1
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This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
The knot in her stomach tightened each time a car passed and splashed road slush onto the windshield. The tired heater failed miserably in its effort to keep the inside clear of fog. She repeatedly swiped at it with her old red scarf. She hated driving at night but the snowstorm made it a horror. The wind slammed against the side of the car and she fought to keep the jalopy on the road. Lights from the service centre glowed through the blowing snow, and she eased into the parking lot and stopped the car, muttering a quick prayer that it would go again when she returned. For a few minutes, she sat quietly and let the tears stream down her young face. Her thin shoulders shook, as she silently wept. The body that was too slim and aching with hunger threatened to collapse with weariness. The scene at the apartment replayed in her mind. She was hurt and bewildered at his reaction; he was mean and unfeeling. He'd yelled and said she was on her own and he never wanted to see or hear from her again. In a state of shock and confusion, she had fled, taking refuge in her antiquated car. Almost automatically she headed east on the highway. The home of her childhood, her lovely gentle mom and her brother whom she loved, waited. She was no longer a frightened, angry, seventeen-year-old girl easily bullied by her stern father. That time was passed. She was confident she could handle him now. She would stand up to him - make him listen. Things were different now. She would explain why she had done what she'd done; explain the reasons for her actions. Surely her family would understand, would help.