Willy stood in the yard watching the sun rise. The sky was clear and bright and the birds were singing on this, his final day. The warmth of the sun couldn’t stop the chill of fear coursing through his body. He waited in silence, dreading the moment that he would have to bid farewell to his wife. He couldn’t bear to see his fear reflected in her own dark eyes.
He stood frozen to the ground, wishing he could go to her. He longed to hold her and comfort her, but he couldn’t move. She was just beyond his reach, and yet she might as well have been a world away. Maybe, had she actually been in another world, she could have been saved from this terrible fate. In another world, they would have been spared the agony of watching their precious son succumb to the heat and waste away to nothing. They’d been helpless to prevent his death, only two days before, and they would be helpless to prevent their own on this day.
The sun continued to climb into the sky. Willy held his head high, determined to put on a brave face before his wife. He could see her beginning to sag as the weight of their pain and the fear of their doom pressed down on her. Her lips were drawn tightly together as if she was refusing to cry out. Time had stolen her youthful glow, but Willy was still drawn to her beauty. Her heart had always remained as pure as snow, despite the difficulties they’d weathered.
Storms had come and gone, binding them together with a love that death could not steal from them. Day after day, they had stood by each other, grateful for each moment they had together.
The end was near. Willy could feel it. He tried to be strong for her sake, so she wouldn’t have to watch him die, but his strength was draining away faster by the moment. He stole one last glance at his beloved before his head rolled off his shoulders and landed on the ground with a thud.
© 2005 Original Title: “Death of a Snowman”