It was a beautiful day,... «Wylding Hall»
RamingoWS29 июля 2018It was a beautiful day, bright sunlight and very hot, everything smelling of sun and roses from the overgrown bushes in front of the house, gorgeous blood-red roses; they hadn`t been trimmed back in years. But I felt a sort of paralyzing cold. Not from the wind: it was as though my body had suddenly turned to cold metal. I couldn`t move, couldn`t talk; just stood there staring out the drive toward the trees. Yet the sun remained, and the butterflies hovering above the flowers, and Will and the rest all laughing and going through the basket to see what the farmer had brought them. Yet it was so cold, I literally could not move. I couldn`t even shiver, or unculr my fingers. You know the saying, "My blood froze"? Well, this was far worse than that — worse than anything I could imagine. It was as though my entire body had frozen solid. I coudln`t breathe. Couldn`t blink. Couldn`t hear a thing, not them talking or the wind or the truck driving off or bees. Couldn`t scream out to Will to help me or to anyone else, all of them talking and going on as though I wasn`t even ther.e And that was when I realized: This is what it`s like to be dead. No clouds or lights or bright tunnel, not even darkness: just hte world turning and going on without you and you`ll never be part of it again. I screamed then.
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