{"id":10241,"date":"2016-12-23T06:00:03","date_gmt":"2016-12-23T12:00:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/?p=10241"},"modified":"2016-12-23T06:00:03","modified_gmt":"2016-12-23T12:00:03","slug":"frozen-reflection","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/?p=10241","title":{"rendered":"Frozen Reflection"},"content":{"rendered":"

The windowpane was cold against her nose. Her breaths puffed against the glass and the condensation caught and froze. Outside the snow piled deeper and deeper with each passing moment. She drew a finger through the newly formed frost. Please<\/em>. She mouthed the word as she spelled it out.<\/p>\n

She pressed her forehead to the pane and her hands on either side of the word. For a moment all she felt was the chill of the glass and then slowly she felt the soft touch of icy fingers brushing tentatively against hers. She pushed through the glass and clasped hands with her reflection.<\/p>\n

And then her reflection was upon her. A tangle of frozen limbs as they toppled over.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re so cold.\u201d<\/p>\n

The reflection remained silent as she took in the room where only the slightest attempt at Christmas cheer had been attempted. A four foot plastic tree with a single strand of lights and a smattering of ornaments\u2014all eclectic and impersonal. The single lonely gift beneath it. A stocking hung empty off a hook on the wall.<\/p>\n

She gently pushed her reflection away from her as the whistle of the kettle pierced the air. \u201cCome, I made dinner.\u201d She let her reflection into the kitchen where the tiny dinette was set with two place settings. \u201cHot cocoa okay? Or do you want tea? Or coffee? You\u2019re so cold.\u201d She didn\u2019t wait for a response before pulling down to mugs and measuring out two heaping spoonfuls of cocoa powder into them both. She topped off the steaming cups with whipped cream. \u201cSit sit. You must be starving.\u201d<\/p>\n

She kept up the chatter for them both, not commenting on the way her reflection only mimicked the motions of her eating, that no matter how many times she stabbed the chicken breast with the fork, it remained on the plate.<\/p>\n

\u201cI wasn\u2019t supposed to be alone today, you know.\u201d Dinner was long cleared away and a bottle of wine sat open between them. She was on her second generous helping. \u201cThen the snow started up. Not just here, but\u2026 everywhere.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho cancels flights on Christmas Eve?\u201d She topped off her glass with the remainder of the bottle. \u201cIf there ever was a flight.\u201d She stared at her reflection.<\/p>\n

A second bottle joined them on the table. \u201cI never received an itinerary. Just a text this morning. Hey babe, flight was delayed.<\/em> Then a few hours later. Looks like they canceled it. Nothing until tomorrow night.<\/em>\u201d She pushed her glass away from her and laid her head on the table. \u201cWell it\u2019s tomorrow night and still.\u201d She let out a wet sigh. \u201cI delayed Christmas for him.\u201d She thumbed her phone, pulling up the text, holding it out to her reflection. \u201cMore delays. I told him not to bother.\u201d The phone dropped to the table with a harsh thud. \u201cHe just said okay. Who does that?\u201d<\/p>\n

She reached across the table, meeting the icy fingers of her reflection. \u201cYou\u2019re still so cold.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her reflection\u2019s hand trembled in her grasp. Her lips formed a caricature of a smile. And then she shattered into a million pieces as the doorbell rang.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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