Here is my entry for the current word prompt from Literary Lion. The word is “ICE’. Drop by Literary Lion for more entries.
When It Was Cold As Hell
Letter to New Orleans from Montreal, Winter 1998
Dear Mother ~
Yes, it’s cold here. It’s in the negatives. Snow and ice and cold and drab. Not a nice welcome for a Southerner.
I’m not sure when Fernando will return from Portugal. He certainly won’t fly back here in this sort of weather. No, Mother, he’s not spending this time with his ex-wife in Toronto. I took your advice and called his parents’ home in Portugal . Luckily for him and unluckily for you, he was there.
I wish you would just be happy for me. Happy that I love and am loved again. If you must be unhappy, be unhappy because we are having an ice storm and I was unable to renew my passport in time to travel.
Fernando really is a wonderful person – even though I met him on the internet.
Love and many kisses !
Montreal, February 1998
Dear Diary ~
I can’t stand it when Mother is right. Fernando really is a wonderful person. He’s just not the wonderful person I want to live with for the rest of my life. I’m so glad we haven’t married, yet.
Well, let’s put it this way..,he doesn’t live in a city I want to live in for the rest of my life. I never imagined that hating a bit of ice and snow and all things cold could end our love affair. Who thinks of such things in the heat of the moment?
Letter from New Orleans to Montreal, May 1998
Dear Fernando ~
I’m glad the snow has melted at last. It’s hotter than the hinges of hell here.
We tried our best.
Forever your sandpiper friend,