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WINTER SKIES (formerly
By AlanGrant5
WINTER SKIES
FORMERLY TITLED, "CANCER"
CHAPTER ONE: Road Block
(1 week later)
Paul Grisham, a forty year old school teacher of Cherry Falls, Maine, drove down highway 87, with great caution. The road was covered in a thin layer of ice, making driving difficult. His wife, Sarah Grisham sat beside him vast asleep. They had both went to New York City, to celebrate their fifth anniversary. Though they only stayed their two nights, the both of them had covered every square inch of Manhattan as far as sight seeing goes. It was very rare for them to leave town, but quite frankly Paul was getting sick of it. He felt as if he was being confined in a little entrapment, banished from the ‘outside world’.
With snow brushing up against the windshield, Paul turned on the windshield wipers, watching the snow flakes hover from the glass. The town was beautiful though, he thought, driving in the speed limit of forty miles per hour. That is the only thing he’d admit to when it comes to Cherry Falls. The town of Cherry Falls, population 274, was located on the top of a mountain surrounded by tall trees that obscured their view from the valley below. And when winter came, it was the picture perfect little Christmas Village, with lights streaming from house to house, and snow covering every door step. You knew everyone in the town especially when there are not that many places to go to. It consisted of one movie theater (capable of showing only but three films per day), two grocery stores (including a mini-mart), and a school that offered kindergarten through sixth grade education. Of course there was the town barber, and a few pubs here and there. Paul knew the town by heart, every square foot of it.
To his right, Sarah stretched opening her eyes with a yawn.
“Good morning beautiful,” Paul said with a smile. God, she was beautiful... Paul often wondered how he got so lucky as to have married the woman of his dreams. Sarah was slender with dirty blonde hair that hung to her shoulders. Her eyes were the perfect tint of blue, and her lips were in the shape of a heart whenever they attempted a kiss.
“Morning,” she said still stretching.
“Sometimes I wonder how I ended up with a wife as perfect as yourself,” Paul said, still focusing on the swerving road ahead of him.
“I sometimes wonder the exact same thing,” Sarah said giggling, not fully awake.
“Ha, ha,” Paul said leaning forward to see what was ahead of him. The window was completely fogged up due to the cold temperatures that blasted the windshield. “Son of a bitch,” Paul said wiping the inside of the window with his hand. “I can’t see shit.”
When Paul had cleaned the fogged up window with his sleeve a man sat in the middle of the road. With quick reaction, Paul swerved out of the man’s way, sending the car down a declivity. The car spun out of control, due to the thin layer of ice that coated over the road. After performing a 360 degree spin out, the station wagon crashed into a tree, sending snow from the branches to fall on the hood of the car. Paul felt his head and found blood on his finger tips. Sarah had her hand over her heart in a state of shock. Everything had happened so suddenly, without warning.
“Son of a bitch,” Paul said unbuckling his seat belt. “Are you okay?”
She reached for a gulp of air and replied, “I’m... fine, I’m fine.
Paul shook his head back and forth. With a sigh of frustration and anger he opened the door and stepped out into the dead of cold. He gazed at the damaged front bumper, and silently cursed to himself. With great steps, he walked up the snow covered hill, kicking snow out of his path. His wife, sat in the car, glancing back to see what Paul was doing.
“HEY!” Paul yelled approaching the man whom sat smack dab in the middle of the road. The man was wearing a flannel outfit, several layers of flannel to be exact.
“HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOIN’?” he asked putting on his gloves. Still no response from the man. He sat there with his empty eyes staring at the road ahead of him. Obviously the man was ill.
“EXCUSE ME?” he said tapping the stranger on his shoulder. With a single tap the man tipped over, falling on the right side of his face. The ice that layered the concrete road, had no affect on his reactions whatsoever, for he just lie there; his eyes never blinking. Paul pulled him up and stared at the man.
“Sir... are you okay?” Paul asked at first in anger and then in concern. He snapped his fingers several times in front of the man’s eyes and still the guy didn’t blink. Paul checked for a heart beat and it was beating at the normal rate of any ordinary person.
“Who is it honey?” Sarah asked climbing onto level ground.
“I don’t know,” Paul said, which was rare for Paul, let alone anyone in Cherry Falls. EVERYBODY KNEW EVERYBODY. This man wasn’t from Cherry Falls, that much he knew.
Suddenly with a great burst of energy the man began to shake violently as if having a seizure. Paul tried to hold him still, but the tremors were far too powerful for him to control. Then, just as quickly as it had started, the man stopped gasping for air. His eyes suddenly had life in them and were able to blink.
“We have to get this guy to the hospital,” Paul said, slinging the man over his shoulder.
“What’s wrong with him?” Sarah asked heading back to the car.
“I don’t know, but we can’t just leave him here on the road,” Paul said opening the back door of the station wagon. Strapping a seat belt around the man, Paul made his way back to the front of the car and struggled to back out onto the road. Sarah sat beside Paul with a worried look on her face. The man was pale and had dark rings underneath his eye lids, looking as if he had been drained of every last ounce of blood.
As they made their way back onto the icy road, the man began to mutter words through his teeth. Paul looked in the rearview mirror, staring at the ill man in the back seat. This guy was unscientifically speaking; fucked up.
“Lights... they’re coming for me,” the man said, with his eyes rolling back in his head. It appeared as if the man was beginning to gain consciousness. Sarah began to shiver, but it wasn’t because of the weather...
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1/24/02 11:03:31 PM
(Updated: 1/26/02 3:30:12 PM)
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