The Frozen Hand
The Frozen Hand2 mins 298 2 mins 298
Pin drop silence. Suddenly my eyes awake with a glimpse of terror. There was deep dark around. I found myself being stuck in the darkest world. After a few seconds, everything became clear to my eyes. A freezing hand was holding my chest tightly. Sounds of gas leaking were being strongly felt. To my utter surprise, a huge thing exploded. A giant sound snatched my power of hearing and left me completely deaf. I even couldn't hear my heartbeat. My frightening eyes closed for a moment. That frozen hand grabbed me even harder than before and tried its utmost to conceal me from an arising blazing fire. I think I lost my conscience then. Probably for a period of a long time or just for a glimpse of time. I can't remember. Then, my eyes awoke again. Sparks of fire were flying around like fiery balls. The large sky above my head was covered with floating dandelions. Yes, I was alright, under the misty sky. There was snowfall. The road lying beneath was freezing cold. Snowy and slippery. I noticed I was grabbing that cold hand. I tried to hold that freezing hand with all the strength I had. But it didn't respond like before. It was calm this time. An acute pain peeped into my heart. A gentle breeze was blowing with a burning scent. snowflakes were covering my hair. I could do nothing nor could I move even an inch. All I could do was to stare at the sparkling diamond ring of the frozen hand.
That's all I can remember. I was such small kiddo. 30 years have been lost in my life. And now, I am my only family myself. Maybe I also had a beautiful one like others. Actually, I had. I heard of my mum being my only guardian. But I still don't know who she is. I can't shape her in my mind. But whenever I try to find out how she was, it makes me imagine a cold frozen beautiful hand, wearing a white diamond ring. Time passes by. Seasons change. Winter sets in and bids goodbye. Snow falls. Misty fogs conceal the surroundings. Under the open sky, AI walks alone on the snowy road. Everything is present. The floating dandelions, misty dark night, silence. Snows cover my beautiful hair. There is only one thing lacks. The Frozen Hand.