Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • It was the first cold night of the season.

    I walked around in the cold, wearing a light t-shirt and shorts. I’d known it would be cold, the uptight weather lady made it clear the night before when my brother insisted we’d watch the weather report. The whole family was there laughing and talking and I sat in the corner of the too bright room. Everybody knew it wasn’t for the “weather”.

    It was midday and the clouds were thick, grey at some places and black at others. The darkness swallowed up the place. The air blew and howled at me, outraged that I did not fear it. And I walked through it, trying to seem that i wasn’t fighting it. I had other things to fear.

    People kept staring at me in wonder, I didn’t even look cold while grown men were bundled up in jackets and scarves trying to protect themselves from the painful breeze. The air pinched and scratched me as I walked on with my annoying smile that stretched only from chin to nose.

    That thread bracelet you made me tightened up around my wrists. It reminded me of the bear trap I put myself in. Oh how well I could fake.

    “good morning!” “good morning!” I greeted colleagues, stretching that smile as far as it would go, then letting it fall back into default.

    Then I saw you, standing in the same place you never leave, leaning in on your herd of depressed wannabes, whispering then staring. That’s all you could do.

    I smiled even wider. An actual smile this time, ironic but sincere. I thought of the stupid days I’ve day dreamed and wished but in stupid, irreversible vain.

    You see, I saw through that. The charade of poker faces and clouds of smoke and the disappearance of light from your eyes, from your face, from your black tattered shirt didn’t fool me. not then, not now.

    My shirt was white, bright and happy. I knew that somehow it would annoy you, anger you that I wasn’t like you. I was the complete opposite just to piss you off.

    The breeze hit again and I dropped my act for a split second and shivered. My body ached to find warmth but i pushed it further. You dropped your act and gave the lightest move, a look around for a jacket in sight.

    I straightened up, I wasn’t about to be your damsel in distress. No, sir. Smile back on, I walked away with a hole heating its way through the back of my skull. You stared again.

    Before leaving, I took off that damned bracelet and dropped it on the ground.

    I turned around, I smiled, you stared.
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.