Cold

Cold.

Exhaust fumes rise from the ice as her vehicle rumbles to life.

The rear view betrays only futility with chalky gray cheekbones and auburn highlights.

She swears and kicks it into drive as I'm left behind to contemplate "fuck you" for the last time from her particular high horse.

Winter's choking laughter deafens the city in silence as I slip into enthusiastic apathy.

Cold comfort. Hard bitten, burning me numb.