Scene: A Short Story

By: Ishita Khambete

I exhaled, the carbon dioxide in front of my face becoming visible. As I waited for Saoirse to come, snow started falling from the clouds and blocked my vision ever so slightly.

I blew the snow out of my face, and I looked at my phone, and I saw a text from her. It said, 5 minutes. It was sent five minutes ago. I smiled a little bit and put the device back in my pocket. The anticipation felt like a mini and aggressive flurry of snow.

“Roisin!” someone called out.

I turned around and I found myself standing face to face with Saoirse. The falling snow dotted her curly red hair, and her freckles seemed to stand out against her pale skin.

“Saoirse! Hey!” I said, hugging her tightly.

“Hey babe! You look great.” Saorise said, her strong Irish accent coming through. We looked at each other, standing silently as the wind blew the snow around our faces, obscuring the sense of warmth that came with looking at her face.

“Roisin, hon, should we try to get one of the benches?” Saoirse asked, looking over her shoulder.

“Uh, sure. But won’t they be wet with the snow?” I asked.

“Maybe, but it’s ok, because I’m with you.” she said, winking at me.

I sighed and said, “Aight, let’s do it.”

​We found the nearest bench, sat down, and just talked. Then all of a sudden, out of the blue, Saorise grabbed my face, and kissed me. It was a beautiful feeling, warmth travelling from my lips to my face, and to the rest of my body. We never kissed in the snow, but there’s always a place for firsts. After all, who wouldn’t want to make out with their girlfriend under the pale sunlight and falling snow?