I wrote this piece from the perspective of the witness watching the events unfold from her window across the street. This is quite unique for me,to see the story from her eyes, not always hearing the words but seeing the faces and events unfolding around her during this impending Nor'easter. I hope you like it....I enjoyed writing it...
It is past 10 p.m... She sits at her window seat with a cup of tea and watches the impending snowstorm. Snowflakes decorate the windows as she listens to the weather report on the radio. There is a Nor' Easter coming up the coast tonight with wind gusts of 25 to 40 miles per hour. Already she notices the snow covering the cars parked on Lacrosse Street. There must be a foot of snow already and it is coming down fast and furious. Looks like we are in for nasty weather.
Hardly anyone on Lacrosse Street owns a garage. Most of the folks here use the street to park and in the winter time, human behavior gets mighty peculiar. Funny thing about parking spaces, nobody owns the street.
Some folks just think they do.
Sipping slowly, she pulls back the curtain and watches the man walk his wife to the car. He is dressed in a heavy parka with a black hat and gloves. She is wearing a blue wool coat, hat ,mittens and boots. She carries her white shoes and waitress cap in a bag. He is holding her arm carefully and opening the car door for her. He holds her face in his hands and looks at her for a few moments, smiling. She smiles back at him and kisses him goodbye. She knows the woman very well. She works the night shift at the diner across town. The man looks very worried that she has to travel in this snow storm. Shutting the door, he waves goodbye and shines his flashlight in her face. She covers her eyes and laughs. It is a thing they do each night. The woman puts on the headlights and starts up the car. Her husband watches the car go down the street until the tail lights are no longer visible. He starts his vigil in the night like a constant torch blazing a path safely home.
He starts to shovel and salt a path down to the street to make a parking space for his wife.
It is two in the morning and the blinding snow makes it even harder for the man to shovel. The man's face appears stiff from the cold but he doesn't seem to mind. This storm, so fierce, that she wonders why he doesn't just wait until it stops snowing to even attempt to shovel away the snow. He continues to shovel despite the futility of it all. The path he made from his front door is already covered by the snow. Still he continues. His coat is covered and his movements become stiff as time passes. Hour after hour, he puts his shovel into the snow drift and still he isn't any further than when he started hours ago.He puts down the shovel for a moment and rubs his arms and legs. He shivers and shines his flashlight down the road for any sign of life. He stares at the road for several minutes before he takes his shovel once again. The street is almost invisible by this time.The gusts of wind have picked up blowing the man's hat off his head. He stops and runs after his hat and quickly puts it back on his head. Running in place he tries to warm himself. A little girl all bundled up in a coat and hat and mittens runs out the door. She has a thermos of something hot in her hands. She gives the thermos to the man. The man pats her on the head and takes a drink. The little girl runs back and forth in the snow laughing and throwing snow at the man. He points back to the house and gives her the thermos. She gives the man a kiss on the cheek and goes inside.
The man looks like he is slowing down a bit. He put his shovel in thesnow bank and is looking down the street. He sees something and he is focusing on it very intensely. She sees it too from her vantage point.
Headlights.
The headlights of a single car coming down the street. He hurries and gets his shovel and continues to clear away the snowbank. The snow drifts and the winds make it harder for him to clear. The man is checking his watch, looking very confused. He looks again down the road, shivering from the cold.
The headlights of a car approach the man as he continues to clear a parking space. The car comes very near the man and stops. Three people come out of the car. Two men and a woman. The men are dressed in black parkas with shoes and no boots. The woman has a light jacket on with a wool beret and no mittens. Her red hair blows wildly in the wind. She is not smiling. The two men appear impatient and walk up to the man shoveling and point to the parking space as if they want to take it for themselves. The man shakes his head and holds his arms up in an animated fashion. The other two men gesture wildly pointing to the parking space that the man just finished shoveling. They push the man into the snow bank and rush back to the car. The man loses his balance but gets up from the snow bank and runs after the two men just as they are opening the car door. He raises his shovel up in the air to hit one of the men, but the two men wrestle him to the snow covered ground and take the shovel away.One of the men hits the man over the head with the shovel several times. Blood covers the snow and the man's limp body twitches uncontrollably. The woman gets out of the car and bends down over the man. It is hard to tell what she is doing. She opens her mouth to what looks like a silent scream, but one of the men puts his hand over her mouth and look around. She feels his pulse and puts her head to his heart. She looks to the one man and shakes her head. Their gestures are animated and they point to the parking space, the man and the car. Finally, the one man puts his hands on the other man's shoulders and both men start moving.
One of the men takes the man by the feet and drag him to the back of thecar. The other opens the trunk and puts him inside, closing it quickly. They go back to the parking space and attempt to cover up the evidence as best they can. Satisfied that no one else saw or heard anything, the one man opens the door but looks up and sees the woman in the window watching the whole scene. He gets in the car and takes off.
A few hours later, another set of headlights comes down the road. It isthe woman returning home from her job at the diner. She approaches the house and sees a parking space shoveled out for her and she smiles. Her constant torch in the storm has kept a place for her. She gets out of the car and looks for the man who is always there for her. He is nowhere to be seen. She goes into the house and turns on several lights. She sees the woman venturing through the house searching for her husband. Opening the front door, the woman returns to her car. She examines the parking space. Turning over the snow, she sees traces of blood. Her face turns white. Falling to her knees, she puts her hands over her face and her body shakes. The woman's face appears wet with tears. Her eyes widen as she spots the woman in the window watching. Their eyes lock as if one look can answer all the woman's questions.
After Satan negotiates a pact with God and unleashes his army of demons, a secret sect battles a diabolical prophecy that threatens humanity.
Release Date: November 21, 2018
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