It was almost midnight when a snowstorm hit the village. Every living creature took shelter; animals in their grottoes, humans in their dwellings.
All… except for her.
There she is sitting on a bench, cigarette between her purplish fingers, eyes closed, trembling, breathing into frozen air as if it were her first time taking breath, or maybe her last… The snow is covering her figure as a mother’s womb covers a child…
“Are you trying to kill yourself lady?”
She opens her eyes, no one’s there. The stranger must be behind her. She doesn’t move one muscle or respond, closes her eyes again, thinking it must be an auditory hallucination caused by the severe cold.
“Lady. You alright?”, he utters as he places his hand on her shoulder.
Her body finally reacts, her soul awakens. Eyes wide open, she swiftly stands up and turns around. She’s not dreaming. His touch was real, so was his voice, and now his strangely angelic presence facing her quivering body. She wants to say “I’m fine” but the words never leave her mouth. Instead she’s just standing there staring at him, amazed. They are both somehow entranced, looking one another in the eye, eyes that seem to have found home….
Minutes of infinity later she asks:
“are you God or man?”
“for you I’ll be both”.