NOTE: This is an on-going story (in ten parts) entitled "The Blizzard Coat." To become more familiar with this entry, be sure to read back posts that entail earlier "parts."
This nightmare of a Christmas seemed not to want to end. As the clock on the mantle chimed at half past eleven, Annalie rose from her chair and lifted the sheer curtain with two fingers from the window, before continuing en route to the kitchen. Through clenched teeth she breathed out, “It’s raining,” in two disappointed words. There was a malicious emphasis put on the second word.
Hoping to prove her wrong and that it was actually snow coming down from the sky, all five women went to the curtain and peered through their persistent reflections, past the dark window. Their gazes swept across the lawn and then pierced through the sky, desperately searching for the smallest snowflake. Nope. Everything was covered in the slick shine of rain. The walkway was drenched in water, as if it had been raining for a while. Tiny icicles started to form on the three foot tall plastic candy canes that lit up the front lawn. A shiver broke out across Annalie’s shoulder blades as she returned from the kitchen and joined her sisters.
The piercingly loud shrill of the telephone broke a few of the women away from the window, but not Annalie; she still searched between the freezing raindrops, looking for that hint of snow; the smile from an old friend. As her icy blue eyes desperately searched, something in kitchen unexpectedly dropped and there was a sense of panic in the air.
The remaining women at the window exchanged curious glances when Annalie's oldest sister, Joy, returned to the living room, her face as white as a sheet. “Annalie…” she began, her hands shaking in emotion. "There was a car accident..."
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