by Sara Tahlak
“Ow”, I said as I began to lift myself up off of the ground smothered in snow.”Where am I?” I asked myself, placing a hand on my throbbing forehead.
Everything around me was covered in a blanket of white, where icicles hung from pine trees, and crystal-like snowflakes that came in a variation of shapes and sizes fell from the majestic twilight sky, tickling my nose and rosy cheeks as they fell. Where young wolves ran and jumped about in the snow- joyfully, as if they were engaged in a game of hide and seek.
It was such a beautiful scene to look at; I felt as though it were taken out of my wildest dreams. I didn’t know where I was, or how I’d gotten here, but I never wanted to leave. As I was about to pick an apple from the tree nearest to me, the sound of jingling bells attracted my attention. Letting go of the apple, I went to follow the jubilant tune.
I ended up in a hut where a hearth was burning and a delicious feast lay on a vintage-looking dining table. The smell of cinnamon apple pie filled the air, giving me a sense of thrill and familiarity. It felt almost as if I’d landed into my deceased grandmother’s house in Gross-Gerau, Germany.
At this point, I’d become very curious- which led me on a journey. I decided to climb up the red velvet covered stair case, only to find myself standing in front of my dead ancestors. Now, I knew where I was… I’d joined my past ancestors in the after life.