Brutal Bites: Cold Hearted

  Samy’s inspired imagination, courage, and hope came from his father. He was the soul flame that kept him from freezing. Samy’s mother was the one who kept him from burning. She was the ice to his fire. 

  Frost crept across the windows as icicles formed, from leaks in the ceiling. Samy lay across the stiff couch, Karla next to him as she stared, hoping for even a little mist to exit from between her son's blue lips.

  Karla held Samy’s cold hand in her own. She ran her finger in circles over his palm before moving down to the wrist, then the forearm. A tear froze in Karla's eye as she touched the red ice which encased her son’s forearm. Her eyes were becoming harder to move as their moist surfaces had almost completely hardened.

  Her eyes jerked towards the coffee table as she tried to look away. They were now stuck, looking at a photo of her dead husband. She tried to force them some more but she stopped when the surface of her right eye cracked, allowing the liquid inside to seep through and freeze, covering her iris. It was all her fault. She accepted that truth. 

  Karla mouthed curses to herself. Her rigid lungs started to crack as she breathed and the blood inside her began to crystalise. The crystalised blood tore the inside of her veins and arteries as her heart pushed it around with unnatural pressure. 

  Karla's hand was now frozen to Samy’s. Darkness started to overcome her limited vision and her lips sealed shut. “I brought the cold,” was her last thought before her cold, torn heart gave up.