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The Sound Of Snow

By Brian Michael Barbeito
July 26, 2006

Every man who ever laid eyes on her fell in love with her at once. Many women did too. She sat on a chair in jeans and a blouse in the deep and late evening. The two of them were, for a moment, perched on top of the world and through the looking glass both. Soon enough, they would fall from grace, and the looking glass would shatter. At that moment though, they could do anything. He told her to close her eyes and relax. He counted from ten to one, and told her that she was hypnotized. He asked her how she felt. She said she felt fine, but that she was not hypnotized. He knew she was though. He asked her to open her eyes. She laughed, and said that her eyes were open. Her eyes were closed though. He felt a sense of immense curiosity about everything that was happening. She was wild, a wild person, who could and would do next to anything. Extraordinarily bright. Physically beautiful beyond belief. She asked what should be done now. She asked if he wanted to go anywhere or do anything. He told her they should go nowhere and do nothing, as she was hypnotized. He said they could talk for a bit, and then he was going to bring her back. She kept exclaiming how funny it was that he thought she was hypnotized. She said she was going to have a smoke, and started feeling around her desk for her cigarette package. She found it, and asked for a light. This was strange indeed. He felt unsure this time about the whole thing. Before she was calmer, a bit tired. This time she was feeling exuberant, and talkative, and was smoking a good idea with your eyes closed? He knew people could be hypnotized with their eyes opened, but he had asked her to close hers, and now upon asking her to open them, she kept insisting that they were closed. They talked while she smoked. He assisted her hand towards the ashtray when she needed it. She talked about her future. There was some woman, some friend of her family, or distant aunt, who she was obviously enamored of. She went on and on about her. Eyes closed and smoking, she explained that she was going to have to stop smoking one day when she became pregnant, but that she could start again after if she wanted. She said that this lady had kept saying during her pregnancy that she could not wait until this child was born, so that she could have a cigarette. She turned to him now, and said that they would start with a townhouse probably, that that would be the way. She was an achiever. She talked about America, and Clinton. She said, ‘ I could have told you there’d be trouble if he got in.’ She talked about the Tennessee Mountains, and he did not understand, because he did not think there were mountains in Tennessee. She talked about other females that she did not like, and called them Dish Rag Whores. ‘ Oh, she is such a Dish Rag Whore.’ There was a song that was popular then, with the main chorus going, ‘ What I like about you!’ She kept repeating it and changing it to, ‘ What I like about Jews!’ She went on like this, and got up to walk around now and again. She had had dreams of bees buzzing, and found this hilarious. She kept saying, ‘ How about those dreams? Buzzze. Buzzze. Buzzze,’ and she would put her hands up and shape her fingers like claws, and then move the fingers around pretending they were bees. ‘ Buzzze. Buzzze. Buzzze.’ He brought her back, by sitting her down and telling her that he was going to count backwards from ten to one again, and that she would be back, and to then open her eyes. Her response to this was, ‘ God! The hypnotism bit again! After all this you still think I am hypnotized!’ He told her to humor him and just try it. ‘Ten…nine…eight…seven…six…five…four…three…two…one.’ She opened her eyes and looked at him, and smiled. ‘Sweetie,’ she said, ‘ I love you so much.’ That was funny, because when she was under, it had crossed his mind to tell her that she was so eternally in love with him, that she would never, ever leave him, but it had only been a passing thought, and even if it had been a stronger thought, he would have refrained. Now the snow began to fall outside of the window. It made no sound, but he thought if he listened in the proper way, he could hear the snow falling. He looked around, and thought to himself what a crazy thought that was. Meanwhile the snow continued to cover the entire city in the deep and late evening.

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