Outside, It’s Snowing
Aaron White
Michael looked up and watched the snow falling from the black night sky. It held its own beauty; one he could appreciate but as he listened to it crunch beneath his feet, he could take no solace in it for nothing seemed to have the power to take his solitude away.
‘Rebecca, are you still there?’ he asked himself silently.
‘No, you know she’s not. She left you, remember? She left you a note, a note you still have, a note you refuse to throw away.’
He looked up at the torrent of snowflakes as they grew in number, trying to focus on one individual flake but found he was unable to track the flight of any with a degree of accuracy. His inner monologue continued.
‘You didn’t love her enough, did you?’
‘Not in the right way’, he answered. ‘I let my selfish
