"I couldn’t see my car--
Couldn’t make it out in the lot. Kept moving around searching in the deluge of white.
Suddenly,
there were no cars.
I didn’t
know where I was. Only thing was the sleet that beat at my face. I must have walked
out into a park or an empty lot.
I began
to run. I slid. The snow came down harder. I couldn’t see anything, only the snow-filled
sky. Everywhere I turned was emptiness.
I couldn’t catch my breath.
I stopped and stood still. I heard nothing,
no people, no cars, no trucks--nothing. I was alone…but where?
I opened
my purse, dug out my cell. My hands were so cold, it slipped into the darkness.
I heard it bounce, and it was gone. I crouched down to feel around with both hands.
Nothing.
I moved
away from where I’d been to where I thought it might have landed. I bent down and
felt around blindly. I couldn’t find it. I gave up, stood and looked around. There
were no lights.
The snow
fell heavier. I ran to where I believed the studio was. Faster now, I slid with
every step.
I slowed
myself. Try to think. Try to figure where you are.
I couldn’t.
Someone
appeared close by. A shrouded figure, a short person in a black cape and hood. I
couldn’t see the face but she murmured and pointed with her outstretched arm and
forefinger.
I knew this person. I
knew her for sure." From Discipline
