I loved him with a brutal intensity.
I often wrapped my arms around my chest as one might do on a winter’s morning when frost has formed where soft dew should be.
The strength of my emotions hurt, and I hugged myself to add pressure, like pressing on a wound to stop the bleeding.
Without warning, that love froze. Cold seeped into my heart and, even in summer, I could never stay warm.
The shallow pond, only partly covered in ice, lets me slip into its frigid, watery grave. As I do, I wonder what will happen in spring.
November 4, 2015 prompt: Frozen – In 99 words (no more, no less) write a frozen story. Is the weather the source of freezing or is a character frozen by emotion or lack of it? It can also be a moment frozen in time. What does it reveal?