From mpgroulx@sympatico.ca Thu Apr 03 10:04:43 1997 Subject: New: November Wind by Martine Groulx From: Martine -------- April 1997 Note: I wrote this this morning in french class while the teacher was babbling about some very boring subjects. I decided to send it just for the fun of it... Disclaimer: They all belong to You-Know-Who... Why are we repeating this each time anyway? Summary: Reflexions on a cold november day Rating: Vignette. *I think* ;) It's very short... X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X*X November Wind Part 1/1 by Martine Groulx The cold november wind played with the leaves sprinkeled on the grass. A lone and distant church bell rang. Wedding or funeral, the man stnding on the lake's shore could not tell. Nor did he care. Lost in his own world of guilt and self-recrimination, he was oblivious to the sheer beauty of his surroundings. The sun was setting over the lake, and hundreds of warm colors transformed the sky into an artists canvass. A passerby would have needed only a few words to describe the man's posture. Back hunched, head bent, defeated expression on the face. Maybe the passerby would have tried to guess what made the man so sad, but he would never even come close to the real thing. They had finally given her back, in exchange for some records he had managed to uncover. He had found her in a field, an empty shell of a woman, glassy eyed, frightened of everything, lost in her own horrible world. Her once beautiful and lively personnality was gone. Forever according to the doctors. Bullshit! What had they done to her? There was no way of knowing for sure, but her frail and sickly body bore enough scars to indicate that they had tortured her. Burn marks, deep gashes, smll cuts indicating some kind of invasion on her body. They had removed her uterus, and she was missing a kidney. The physical scars she *could* have survived, but the child he remembered was gone. And she would never come back. Had it all been for nothing? A car came to a stop a few feet away from the man, and a petite red head got out. She walked slowly toward the man, and stood back, inches away. She looked as sullen as he did, for she understood his pain all too well. She waited, not wanting to intrude on his thoughts. She didn't know what to say either, she just had a feeling that he would need her here, at his side... Suddenly, an anguished moan escaped from his lips. He trew his head back, clenching his fists, and started shaking., with more violence as each second passed. The woman was in front of himm in an instant. Slowly, he lowered his head, and their eyes locked. His were full of tears, hers held all the strenght and compassion she could conjure up, for she knew that's what he needed. Strenght, They stayed that way for what seemed like an eternity, until she finally took his hand in hers, and held it to her heart. She still kept her eyes locked to his, and another unspoken message passed between them. it said. The man smiled through his tears, and he opened his arms for her to come in. She gladly stepped in his embrace. "We'll get through this Mulder, together, like always..." Hours later they were still standing there, from the shore, drawing strenght to fight back, to live and to help each other, until one day, when peace came back in them, the unspoken message could be said aloud... This distorted message was brought to you by the insane mind of: Martine V. Groulx Martian-Mart! XShana mpgroulx@sympatico.ca XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX X- Fanatique de Fanie!!! -X X- X-Files Lover 4Ever!! -X X- Bob's Chik! -X X- T.S.A. 1ère année, -X X- Collège Lionel-Groulx -X X- Fanie Rules, -X X- Sunnie Drools!! -X XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX -Souriez, vous êtes aux insolences d'une Cybergirl!!;-)