ISOLATION WARD – FROZEN

ISOLATION WARD: Frozen

A Short Story by Charles E.J. Moulton

Damn it, my hands are cold. They’re shaking so much I can’t see straight. It doesn’t seem to matter much that I have two pairs of gloves on. That thing on my left hand also feels like a blister, but who knows what it is with my fingers being so numb.

Come on, man. Just another mile and you’ll be home.
Can’t give up now.

I’ll get through this. I’ve been through worse.

I can’t see further than ten feet in this weather, though. I’m beginning to think I

should’ve taken Ellen and Joe’s invitation and stayed at their house. On the other hand, I bet Cynthia is waiting for me with a hot cup of tea flavored with rum. She has probably cooked me a meal, as well. Cynthia would be worried sick if I went back now and didn’t come home.
Gee wiz. This is slippery. Oh, my. I can’t stand straight. I’m gonna have an accident. I’ll be dead and nobody will know about it. Hell, there’s even snow in my boot.

God, why was I so optimistic to take this walk home? Now I won’t even find the road. Where am I?

Wait a second. What about my telephone? I could call Cynthia. Maybe she could help me. Get me. Send the frigging military. Something. Anything.

There. My phone.

It’s in my jacket pocket.

Can I get it out?

Difficult.
Oh. God. It’s full of snow.

Does it work?

No. Frozen stiff.

I don’t have a navigator. I don’t have a telephone. The network is dead. I’m dead. Shit. I am afraid.

Think this through, Kenny. If I walk home in this speed I will be home in a half hour if

I can stay on the road. Half an hour. If I can find the way. What choice do I have? I mean, Ellen and Joe are probably making love by now and I will be barging in on them. They will be at it like a couple of bunny rabbits and little Kenny will be disturbing their peace.
Besides, could I find my way back to their house?

No, on we go. I’ll make it.

Okay. Another step. That’s easier. If my body would not shake so badly I would probably be able to walk faster. Cynthia was right. As usual. I should’ve taken the car.

Come on, though.

The car?

The old station wagon would’ve gotten fucking stuck in a snowdrift and where would that have left me?

That damn concert. I mean, we have another month until we appear at the Rock Club.

Who rehearses on a day like this? Ambitious little me.

Hold on.

I see a light.

“Hello?”
What on Earth is that? Too big to be a truck.

Damn it, that thing is lifting off the ground.

It seems to be getting closer. Will the snow give me cover?

No. It’s moving towards me. Oh, God. Help me.

That thing looks like a frigging Christmas tree. It’s lighting up.
It’s opening up. The damn thing is opening up. Something is coming out of its rear end. What is that? A ramp?

Who are you? Visitors? From where?

Another galaxy? Superior beings? That doesn’t give you the right to…

What are you doing? No. Stop it. You’re scaring me.

What’s that you’re holding? What’s that machine? Why can I hear you think? What do you mean you can take me home if I will let you examine me? Who are you people? No, I have to get home to my wife.

Let me go.

No. I will not join you in your ship.

Oh, God. I feel myself falling asleep. I feel myself falling…

Dreams. Weird dreams. Memories. Forget the pain. The instruments. The machines.
I’m sleeping, dreaming.

Cynthia? Is that you?

What do you mean, you found me in the snowdrift outside our house?
How did I get here?

I’m scared.

I can’t remember what just happened. I remember losing my way. I remember this blister on my finger. I remember missing you. I remember dreaming strange dreams about being aboard a UFO.

Cynthia?
Something is lighting up outside our window.

It’s landing in our garden.

Cynthia?
Who are you talking to?

Cynthia?
Where did you go?

What did you do with my wife?

Where is she?

I’ve seen you before.

But you told me you would bring me home.

I’m an interesting specimen?

What kind of stupid comment is that?

I’m falling asleep.

Don’t let me fall asleep again.

Oh, God. What do you mean, testing human reaction to pain and confusion?
What just happened?

Oh, right. The snowstorm.

I think I had a blackout just now.

Damn it, my hands are cold. They’re shaking so much I can’t see straight. It doesn’t seem to matter much that I have two pairs of gloves on. That thing on my left hand also feels like a blister, but who knows what it is with my fingers being so numb.

BIOGRAPHY:

Charles E.J. Moulton

Roonstrasse 30

45699 Herten, Germany

http://about.me/cmoulton

Story Word Count: 838

Genre: Sci-Fi/ Horror

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