When the Snowman Whispered – Christmas Magic Read Online Kenya Wright

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Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
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She turned her gaze to the table.

“No, Faith. Look at me.”

Chapter 14

Daniel

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he looked at me, and my body relaxed.

I’d been this close to rushing over and gathering that small frame into my arms.

“Tell me,” I said. “There won’t be any judgement.”

She let out a long sigh and then blew my mind. “The ice sculpture that I carved into a man. The one in front of my house that I was looking out of the window. That one. Well, he came alive, and we had sex. Well, we had sex twice—once in my dream and the next time was last night.”

She’s lost her grip on reality.

I took my time with the next words. “There was no man last night, when you were moaning.”

“Well, he isn’t a man. He’s an ice sculpture.”

My hands shook.

Calm down. Don’t let her see that you’re terrified.

“I didn’t see you humping an ice sculpture,” I said. “You were grinding against the snow.”

She buried her face into her hands. “Okay. I don’t want to talk about this.”

“No, let’s get this out.”

“I’m not doing this with you.” She kept her face hidden. “I’m crazy okay.”

“I’m fine with that.”

“I swear on everything.” She lifted her face from her hands. “I swear on everything that I believe in that I saw this man.”

“Ice sculpture,” I corrected.

“Whatever. I saw this snowman come alive right in front of me. He talked.”

“Talked?”

“And not just in a normal way. He talked like he had a freaking doctorate degree in new age philosophy. He said he was a spirit and. . .”

“You had sex with him?”

“Yes.”

I wasn’t perfect. Jealousy rushed through me. I didn’t have a right to say the next words. She wasn’t my lady. She could do whatever she wanted with her life, but still, I had to ask. “Why would you have sex with him?”

“Why? You’re asking why I would have sex with him? Shouldn’t we be focused on the fact that he came alive in the first place?”

“Sure, but I’m still angry about the sex. You didn’t even know him. I mean how long was he alive?”

She looked around as if hoping that someone was in the other room to talk to. “You’re even crazier than me. That should not be the next thing to say. The first thing you should be saying is, Faith, there is no such thing as ice sculptures walking around and talking.”

“Did he satisfy you?”

“Oh my God.” She laughed. “Really?”

“If this thing came alive—”

“It did.”

“Faith, even if it did or you imagined it—”

“It did. You think I’m crazy?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

She glared at me. “It does.”

Silence passed through us.

I walked over and kneeled in front of her, struggling to grasp my head around her story.

What should I do?

I decided to suspend reality for Faith and take a minute to listen to what she’d said. To her, something happened. Whether it really did or not wasn’t the point.

Our thoughts created our reality.

If she believed this happened, it did, and there was nothing that could ever erase this experience in her mind. Even if she realized that it all had been an insane imagination, it still occurred for her.

“Okay.” I gulped in my fear. “He came alive.”

“You believe me?”

I rose and stood in front of her. “I don’t question too much when your mother is involved and it’s a full moon. Like I said, I heard and saw things that sounded and looked like wolves, but I was sure they were something else.”

Frantic, she jumped up from her seat. “What did you think they were?”

“I don’t know. I spent all night tracking them.”

She touched her chest. “And then you found me?”

“Yes, but let’s get back to this. . .Remy.” I didn’t even like saying his name.

“No, we need to focus on what you saw and what happened to both of us.” She tapped her finger against the table and held her blanket around her with her other arm. “I remember seeing a pack of wolves howling, when Remy and I were flying.”

My head spun a little.

I regained control of it. “Did you say flying?”

“Yes.”

She had sex with an ice sculpture and went flying.

Fear stacked like bricks around my heart. But I knocked them down. With any other woman, I would’ve kept my heart walled in by those bricks and ran out of the house. But she wasn’t any other women.

It was Faith, the one that had taken my heart and never gave it back in the first place.

I rubbed my face with both hands. “Okay. How did you fly? Was it on a broomstick or did aliens come pick you two up and he decided to take you time traveling? How much of an adventure did you have last night?”

She blew out a breath. “Yeah. I don’t want to talk about this. You think I’m crazy.”

She was crazy.

Even if I believed that everything she said was real, she still had lost her path to sanity in many ways. And she’d been right about me. I was crazy too. So, crazy that I didn’t give a damn, if she saw a snowman come alive or not.


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