Mein Beitrag zum ersten Thema Winter:
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A cold and starless night.
“Snow everyhwere”, he thought. “In the air, on the streets. On my face.”
It has been days since the last bombs fell.
“But something always seems to fall down on me”, he thought, instantly feeling bad for that thought. He shouldn’t complain about a bit of snow, instead he should be glad that it wasn’t anything else. That he was even here to experience what under other circumstances he would describe as a beautiful night.
As he kept walking, he passed a shop window, colourful decorated with christmas lights and figures; a round-bellied Santa, reindeers, the sleigh… it was all there. This year he hated it more than ever, but he understood why people needed it.
With the crunching his feet made being the only noise disturbing the white and peaceful scenery around him he kept trudging through the snow that grew higher every minute. Absentmindedly he walked on, turned a corner and bumped into another person.
“Uhm, I’m sorry…”, he stumbled, took a quick look and added, “…Miss.” He turned his eyes back to the ground and started to walk away, when he realized that the woman he ran into was crying. Slowly he turned around and cleared his throat a few times to make the young woman aware of his presence.
“Is everything okay, Miss?”
She seemed to notice him for the first time. While she stared at him with blank eyes he observed the person opposite of him. She looked as if she was in her early twenties, rather well-off, by the looks of her clothes and was – he must admit – quite pretty, despite the fact that her eyes were all red and puffy.
One more time he tried to get her attention.
“Are you alright?”
She still didn’t seem to hear him.
“Miss?”, he touched her arm, she blinked and looked him in the eyes.
“Hm, oh – sorry”, she forced a smile. “Sorry, yes, I’m quite alright, thank you.”
“Well…”, he felt a bit awkward, normally he avoided talking to people on the street, just like everybody else.
“You don’t seem alright to me.”
“I mean.., you are crying after all”, he added.
Again he saw a smile on her face, this time it didn’t look forced. “Nothing important, really. Ridiculously unimportant, compared to what’s happening around us.”
“The war, yes, terrible thing, but not much we can do about it, is there?”
They just stood there for a bit in awkward silence.
“Well, uhm, it’s late, I probably should be heading home”
“Shall I accompany you?”, he tossed in, blushing a bit.
“That’s really not necessary”, she said, and instantly felt bad and added, “but I could use a hot drink, I’m really freezing.”
He scanned the surrounding streets in his head for a suitable location and a while later they ended up in a small pub just a few streets away.
Two strangers with nothing in common except for the fact that both of them were wandering through the snowy streets alone at this specific night.
After a few drinks they went for a walk and ended up at the frozen Thames. Talking. Forgetting everything around them as the snow turned the city into a quiet and peaceful place. Not a single sound disturbed the calm as they continued walking while the snow kept piling up around them.
After what seemed to be an eternity, they saw each other off on an intersection from which she took a cab back home (at least he assumed that’s where she went), he kept on walking until the first light of a new day destroyed the white idyll around him.
Noises arose, the streets were getting busy and the pure white snow turned into ugly brown mud.
Wet and freezing, he directed his steps towards home.
A few days later the war was suddenly over and everything went back to normal. Keep calm and carry on. If there’s one thing British people are extremely good at, it’s pretending everything’s okay.
As much as it bothered him, he eventually did the same. What other option did he have?
The girl from that night he never saw again. He caught himself taking walks around the area where they both met or finding other excuses to be there more often than usual.
Spring came, and as the last snow melted away, with it his memory of her face faded away, too.
Thema für März : #02: “Zeitreisen” (1. – 31. März)
Addendum: ein paar Worte zu der Geschichte und der Aktion als Ganzes. Fragt mich nicht, warum ich die auf Englisch geschrieben habe. Ich habe einfach das Wort “Winter” im Kopf gehabt, alles andere kam von selbst. Beim Schreiben habe ich das zuerst geplante Ende abgeändert, musste dann den Anfang ebenfalls anpassen… ja, sicher nicht mein bestes Werk. Hoffentlich. Aber das alles hier soll ja auch als Übung dienen. Ein bisschen komisch ist das ja doch, sowas von sich im Netz zu veröffentlichen und sich der Kritik auszusetzen.
wie erging es euch denn mit dieser ersten Aufgabe? Von ein paar weiß ich, dass es ihnen schwer fiel, für andere war es ganz leicht. Wie fandet ihr das Thema? Sollte es spezifischer sein? So allgemein bleiben? Hat es euch geholfen, eine Vorgabe zu haben? Wollt ihr mehr Vorgaben? Schreibt mir doch eure Erfahrungen. Und Wünsche für die Zukunft. Und Themenvorschläge.