Windshield

Fiction By Brighid // 9/27/2016

The tips of my fingers were numb and hard as rock. Frozen wisps of white frost clung to my fitted, brown leather trench coat like velcro and settled comfortably on the white beanie my grandma had knitted me before I left for school. She had figured that New York winters merited the accessories we usually scoffed at in California. It was nice, then, with my long, straight hair hanging down my neck over my scarf, as I stood rooted to the snow powdered street just in front of my car. The windshield was grey with ice that had grown over the glass in the four hours I had been in class.
Etched into the ice were four words.
WE NEED TO TALK
It was a prank. It had to be. It looked like something Patrick would try, just to get a reaction There was probably a camera hidden somewhere. I almost rolled my eyes, but, in the pit of my stomach, there was just the slightest tinge of doubt. An irrational, incoherent flutter that reminded me that I was the queen of overthinking little things and looking for subliminal messages where there were none. Stop thinking about why someone would have written to me, if it being scratched on the windshield meant anything specific, if the time of day had anything to do with it, or my past, everything I had given up when I moved to New York to attend college like every other young adult.
It was just a prank.
I released a breath and shook my head, reaching forward and brushing my gloved fingers across the frosted glass, rubbing it clean. The handful of people scattered down the long stretch of York Avenue were doing the same. There was nothing unusual about me.
Why would anyone try to send me a message? It was ridiculous.
Still, I glanced over my shoulder as I ducked into the driver's seat.
They might have found me.

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New Story?

Ooh! Is this going to be a new thing or is it a blurb (I do waaaaayy too many of those)? I like a lot!

Madalyn Clare | Thu, 09/29/2016

"To live is to love with the passion of a thousand stars. To love is to live despite the pain of a thousand scars. Anything in between is a passing shadow." ~Michael Joseph Murano

Meant to comment on this a

Meant to comment on this a while back. Oooooh I have no idea....you'll have to post more so I can make a better guess. (Hint hint). ;)

Damaris Ann | Mon, 10/03/2016

I am an overcomer through Christ alone, for the glory of God alone.

Heyyyyyyyyyyo When're you

Heyyyyyyyyyyo When're you gonna post the 'Marco...' thing??????? Tell me the day and I SWEAR I will come on here and be the FIRST to comment!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Or at least close to the first, like the second. I'd like to read it.
Hint hint.

Madalyn Clare | Sat, 12/10/2016

"To live is to love with the passion of a thousand stars. To love is to live despite the pain of a thousand scars. Anything in between is a passing shadow." ~Michael Joseph Murano

Just saw this ;)

Haha this made me laugh! I honestly don't know yet, I still have to finish chapter 1, but I'm working on it. You'll be the first to know, though ;)

Brighid | Mon, 12/12/2016

When I worship, I would rather my heart be without words than my words be without heart.

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