The Hegstad Chronicles: Winter

by Jon-Erik Hegstad

A sound caught my attention just as she rounded the corner and ran full speed into me like a snow leopard attacking its prey. We tumble to the ground, our limbs entangling from the impact. I feel her elbow enter my soul as we roll together a few times, away from my intended direction, until the momentum her sudden appearance produces comes to an abrupt end. In the middle of the sidewalk I catch my breath and gather myself as she whispers, “Watch out. I’m only getting started.” By the time I find myself on my feet and able to reply with a most confused “What?” I look around only to find a few tired leaves whipping through the air. “Who was that?” I ask myself aloud.

I turn my attention back to the task at hand: window shopping to find my niece the perfect gift. I continue down the block not finding a shop catering to the under 10 crowd but noting a new restaurant to try.

The next corner I approach with caution. This time taking a moment to listen as if driving a loaded school bus across railroad tracks. Ok. Nothing coming.

Until I round the corner and Wham! Hit again?! This time though, I’m prepared. I maintain my balance and before she disappears I ask, “Who are you?”

Her response still chills me to this day.

“They call me Winter.”