He missed them terribly now, The ‘old friend’ comfort feeling was so hard to find, yet this feeling had washed over him from the moment they first came together. this time last year they were still with him. That sense of loss and the regret and deep anger with his own carelessness began to creep up on him again. For the previous six months he’d wondered about this time and wondered if he should be there when the spring finally arrived. The melting of the snow would reveal much but there was still no guarantee they would be found. The sense of loss would remain.
Thinking back over it all, again he felt the gut wrenching exact moment. In his memory he saw them tumble, almost in slow motion, over the edge of the cliff. He was falling himself at the time. He never had a chance to reach out for them before he landed heavily and painfully, but safely away from the tenuous edge. He rose to his feet then nervously dropped to his knees again, crawling towards the edge. Craning to see over the precipice and into the depths, he couldn’t force himself to move any closer as his lifelong fear of sheer edges became the most powerful emotion in the world. Within minutes the snow had begun to fall heavily enveloping him in a complete white-out. Taking nearly an hour to find a path to the bottom, it was too late, there was no sign, nothing to even indicate where they had fallen. He felt frozen inside.
The sense of loss had become his constant companion. Friends had allowed him to talk about it initially, but even best friends have a threshold. “Let it go” they’d all said after enduring the morbid repetition of the incident too many times to number. He knew they didn’t understand, they never would. After all they were the best pair of sunglasses he ever had.
© Matthew Penfold 2009
Twisted Tales – Prompt ‘Frigid’