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Frozen in Time

He supposed one might have called his emotional state ‘angst’ – but he had never been one to adequately judge the mental state of others, nevertheless his own.  He had found that even when a person was trying to tell the truth to others he was probably still lying to himself.  His feet were getting cold now (although he couldn’t feel them of course) but they were dragging like logs being pulled across the ice.  That was good.  Perhaps soon his end would come – as it had already come once before.

He thought back to his childhood when his mother would leave him outside on a blanket, there in the hills surrounding Vaud, Switzerland.  His mother said she could see him from their back window, as he watched the trees swaying gently and the squirrels happily playing. He remembered hearing the soft voice of the wind in the treetops.  His mother told him later that she felt guilty about not paying more attention to him, because his older sister and the twins had taken all her time.

Truly he had not minded – for nature itself was his mother, his siblings, his teacher, his true friend.  He loved nature even now as he walked across the unbroken ice at the top of the world.  He looked at the icicles hanging from his hands.  He touched a finger on his left hand with his right hand – and the finger snapped off with a pop.   He could see the liquid seeping out, freezing instantly as it hit the sub-zero temperatures. At some point the frozen mass at the tip of his hand stopped the flowing, so he kept walking.

On and on, deeper and deeper into nature’s purest form – to the state where all life would eventually succumb.  At least that’s what the man in the white coat, his creator, his father, had told him when they were still friends, nay - family. That was before the struggle, before the tragedy of child – the little girl with the flowers – had occurred.  Perhaps his mother had been right: if only she had given him more time, more direction, he would have known how to interact with the girl.  He had forgotten so much during the time he was ‘asleep’. For instance, he had forgotten that children don’t float like flowers on water, they drown.  He knew that now.  If only his father would have told him, would have taught him…

The wind at the top of the world was howling now. It sounded like the screaming of souls ripped away from the rest of the Earth.  Now the moans of those dead were his companions.

His eyes were glazing over as ice pellets hit his skin, sticking to his freezing body.  His feet were stuck now, frozen to the glacier.  He was now completely a part of the nature he so adored. 

The man crouched down, grabbing his knees, pulling his long-coat around his body more by habit than a desire for warmth.

Soon it would be over again.  Here, where no human alive could find him.  Only death had made this journey with him, step by step, to collect whatever was left of his frozen soul. “Why couldn’t they just leave me alone?” he screamed, howling to no one except the stars overhead.

He couldn’t move so he closed his eyes and dreamt of a place of sunshine and trees and people who would talk with him and listen to what he had to say. A place where he would have a family to teach him how to do right. A place where he wouldn’t do terrible things, hurtful things, monstrous things.

He felt the warmth of tears on his face before they froze as well.  The ice was his due punishment for murder – it was also his comfort. The snow on the Arctic glacier began to pile around his peaceful lifeless form.


“Doctor Chevez – I was informed that you were able to re-animate the man you found in the ice.”

“Yes, professor.  He was found floating when a chunk of a glacier broke off. His clothing suggests the late early 1800s.”

“How the hell did he get way up there?”

“My best guess is he walked…”

“No one could walk that far, over all that ice!”

“Look, professor, I think he’s coming to.”

Frankenstein’s creature opened his eyes to see people in white lab coats looking down at him.  Why had they brought him back – again?  Hadn’t he paid enough for his sins? Why? – so he could kill again?

“What is it you want to say,” asked the doctor who slowly moved in closer to hear the words of his amazing new patient.

“Leave me alone!” screamed the monster before snapping the doctor’s neck like a twig.





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