Cold.
So cold.
Kevin struggled little now, as he lay in wetness, in the driving snow. He had gone out for a short walk, but the storm had come so suddenly, he had got turned around, and soon knew he was lost. Now, hours later, he was sure it was the end. He didn't even feel cold anymore.
Kevin began to close his eyes, to await the inevitable, when the boot came into view. No sound, no movement, but it was just suddenly there. Kevin strained, and looked up. Not only a boot, but a man, stood there in the foliage. Yet it seemed to Kevin that the figure was both there, yet not there. It made no sound. It moved not an inch. It merely stood, staring, the light and shadows of the snow and branches playing upon him in an other-worldly way.
Kevin stared. He tried to speak, but nothing would escape his throat. He tried to reach for the figure, but his strength simply failed him. Then, just when he thought it was merely an illusion, a trick of a dying mind, a light began to shine from the figure. Nay, THROUGH the figure, and Kevin believed he was being called home. To whatever everlasting home it would be after this life. Indeed, he could now even faintly hear his name being called. Whispered at first, faint and ghostly, but then growing in strength, growing in volume.
kevin
Kevin.
KEVIN!
His name a shout, and the phantom figure burst apart, and through him came a rush of limbs and voices and lights and faces.
Years later, he would discuss the vision of the figure with those that had found him in the snow. They would swear there had been no-one there, that finding him half buried in the brush and whiteness had been a one-in-a-billion chance, but he knew different. Someone, or something had led them there.
The world held unknowns, and he had experienced it first hand. |
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