Ceilí came outside, walked a short distance, and came to a halt with a jolt. The world was startlingly silent. Dangerously silent. Ceilí scanned the street warily until the cause came to her: snow. The unexpected, fluffy white joy of the season had snuck up on her yet again.
Shoot, I need my boots. Well, if I’m late, the school can just cope. It’s not as if the students will even be paying attention with those workers repairing everything after the flooding. Always with the banging and buzzing and grinding.
12/12/2010- 8:04:12- 2.5 inches of snow on the ground. Still falling.
Ceilí trudged back up the four flights of stairs and down the hall to her door, then kneeled down to fix the disturbed doormat. “Please don’t step on me, I never did anything to hurt you” looked back up at her. A small part of Ceilí’s soul grinned, though her face never moved.
The galoshes on a minute later, Ceilí began the foot-dragging trudge back down the stairs, through the rusty, screaming metal door, and out to the street once more.
Out of the corner of her eye, a glitter fell from her hand and splattered as it disappeared into a pile of icy slush on the curb. Freezing water jumped up and hit her where her sock and pants failed to meet. The ring normally stayed on her finger out of habit, despite its size. She considered leaving it, but habit pulled her back, and her hand went numb as she felt around in the freezing water for the cheap ring. Something bumped her thumb- or was it her middle finger? Couldn’t tell- and she clamped down and pulled her hand back out. A rock. The second try succeeded and she wiped her hand and the ring off on the bottom of her rough wool coat. The scratchy surface didn’t bother her hand as it did normally simply because her hand was a nice shade of lilac.
Ceilí kept trudging.
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