Falling SnowSnowflakes fell swollen and heavy beyond the thick glass of the window, blanketing the ground in soft layers. Nothing disturbed the silence and serenity of the falling snow.
Jane wasn't sure which she was looking at as she stood at the window, sipping the dark wine from the glass in her hand. Perhaps it was the snow falling outside? It was either that or the vague image of her reflection in the window's glass. In all actuality, it didn't really matter. Her mind wasn't on the present; it was in the past. Twenty years in the past.
It had been a night just like the one she was witnessing as she stood at the window: cold and snowy. A younger, cuter, less disillusioned Jane had come running into the parlor of the massive mansion that she shared with only her parents and her younger brother. Tracking snow across the carpets and hard wood floors, she'd spent what seemed like an eternity running from room to room in search of someone to share the winter joy with. She couldn't begin to count th
Clandestine Meetingclang... clang... clang...
With every rung on the cold metal ladder I climbed, the sound of my ascent became louder and louder to my ears. I continued to ask myself whY I was doing this. Pulling myself up a fire escape ladder, moving hand over hand, foot over foot, to reach the roof where awaited the reason that I was climbing.
I'd met her only two hours earlier. My brother had taken me out to see the newest angry-chic-music band he was managing; a group of lesbian wannabes who felt they'd been wronged by men. They were only seventeen at best, hardly old enough to have dealt with the anger-inducing hurt that they sang about. At the worst, they've suffered only the slings and arrows of high school drama. Yet they sing, and bang out loud (and to my ears obnoxious) melodies as they screamed into microphones turned way too high. So I sat myself in the corner. Just a lonely, bored looking lesbian.
I'm not really a lesbian. True, I've had more girlfriends than boyfriends in my twenty