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Snow

Matija was a woman of medium height, short length blonde hair and green eyes. She wore a light blue sweater and blue pants with a beige overcoat around her body. She stopped short of walking down the snow—her foot was beginning to ache. “Mati! Wait!” Gabriel said, catching up to her at a wave’s length. Gabriel was a year younger than Matija. She had short, brown hair up to the nape of her neck and has brown eyes. She wore a burgundy sweater and a pair of salmon colored pants.

It’s been a while since the winter storm has let up and remained its calm. “Over there.” Matija replied, pointing her finger to the west where a lone cabin had been found. “We can make it.” The younger woman smiled. “Of course,” her brown eyes trailed down to her significant other’s feet to see that there was a splotch of pain there. They move forward west to the abandoned cabin. The cabin was empty. It contained a kitchen on the left-hand side, a living room at the center, and a bathroom on the right-hand side. The living room was lavished with a sofa, a glass table, and a television set.

Meanwhile, it took some time for them to be prepared for the situation. Matija sat down on the sofa to rub her foot, while her partner went to the bathroom for a first aid kit. Gabriel came back with bandages, a few pain-reducing pills, and a bottle of water. She wrapped the bandages around her significant other’s foot, kindly asked her to take the pills, in which she complied without further notice. “How’s that?” She asked. “You did fine.” Matija replied. The younger woman began sorting the remaining items in the plastic box, and went to the bathroom to put it away.

“So, what do you want to do now?” The older woman asks. Gabriel stops wandering around the household. “I don’t know.” Gabriel said, shaking her head innocently. She walks to the kitchen to prepare some food, preferably canned soup. Cream of chicken soup was on the counter, and she started to heat it up; stirring milk in it with a spoon for about half a minute as it slowed down. It was done in three minutes. For how long this lasted, Matija was not sure. Gabriel was sure to approximate about three years and four days. Their relationship consisted of waiting in line, looking over one’s shoulder for information.

Matija’s foot was starting to heal. It took a while for the two to communicate effectively. They waited and waited, but nothing seemed to come to fruition. They sat down together and gently conversed together—about nothing, about their friendship, and most importantly about their mending the bridge together from other wildfires. The snow was starting to bluster throughout the environment.

As the snow starts to bluster throughout the environment, so was the situation at its time. It was calm and diligent, unlike the wind rattling by the window. The couple let things slide a little, easing into a tandem of movements. Gabriel notices the cross pendant worn by her partner yet continues to let the conversation come to her mind. That’s easy to say.She thinks to herself. The older woman was talking about mice running away from wolves, or at the least a variation of running away from the act of something. It was easier to say, because the younger woman has not paid attention to the rest of the subject. It was pleasant, however, and the younger of the two wished some things had not fled their daily living. It was quaint. The way Matija moved her hands upon her own midline was enthralling, jest aside it was an ordinary way of expressing herself.

Soon enough, the storm was ov

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“This is Gabriel.” Said Asa, the cat. The woman stretched her arms and let out a brief chuckle. “For real? You can’t be serious.” Replied Matija. Gabriel went out with the older woman, not sure what to do, but to merely enjoy her time with her. They went out to the back street of their house to observe their car. “How are you, today?” The woman asked of her friend as she closed the hood of the car. “I am doing all right, thinking of grabbing a bite to eat.” The blonde woman replied. Snow starts to fall from below the sky. The couple left the premises for a moment and headed back inside their house.

The phone rang from inside the house. Gabriel went inside of the kitchen to answer it, while Matija settled down near the compartment steps. She closed the door behind her and switched off her shoes. It took a while for the older dog to process the situation, seeing that she was out of bounds from the phone call. She walked up the stairs to go to the living room, proceeded to turn on the TV, and settled down on the couch. After the younger woman was done from her phone call, she accessed the living room to her partner. “Ready to go?” She asked her. Matija answered by nodding, “Yes.”

It was a quiet road down the back end of the street. Matija was the first in the driver’s seat, and Gabriel was in the passenger’s seat. The car drove away from the garage in order to go to a restaurant for a quick bite to eat. They settled down somewhere, ate their burgers and fries, and conversated for a while. After that, a heavy snowstorm blew in. The two dogs did not panic; rather they stayed calm on the way back to their house. It was a quaint night, the household, and they spent it howling, drinking, partying, and laughing together. The younger woman asked of her friend of what they wanted to do together—after the storm has lessened some—but the older adult did not reply as she drank some more of her whiskey and proceeded to settle down. It took a while for the calm to come by in those tempting, calculative moments. Mati swung her arm back and forth, her hand catching gusts of wind that did not matter much to her chagrin, then stopping midway through for a contemplative point.

What is there to do, other than waiting for something to come?The older animal thought. She put her arm behind her back and waited for an answer. Nothing much came by, except for a brief clearing of her younger partner’s path. “Well, what’s up with you?” Gabriel asked, stroking her fur with her free hand. “Mh? Nothing much.” The older woman replied, nodding herself in a daze. “I see.” The younger woman said, letting her hand go for a brief second. It was quiet and tame. They were at peace.

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