冬冬原创 Warmth in Deep Winter 情暖冬日

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“Ring! Ring!” The bell rang.
Tim knew it was time to go home again. He pulled on his blue and white mittens, newly knitted by his mother, and walked out the kindergarten gate with his best friend John. They held hands, but no one talked. They were too cold to talk. The coldness invaded them even through their thick winter coats.
They walked through Arkansas Lane. Just as they were turning into Main Street, John spoke, “You know, Tim, this winter just goes on and on. It started like five months ago!” Indeed, this winter had been the longest in years. It was January. And the harsh winter started in September last year. After John said that, all was silent except for the howling winds.
John lay in the hospital. He was in a deep sleep. The doctor in charge shook his head, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Parkinson. There’s no hope.” Silent sobs filled the emergency room. The sobs of the Parkinsons. And those of the reckless driver.
Suddenly, John opened his eyes.
“Mom, Dad,” he said, “I’m sorry. I wasn’t careful enough.” His voice was a whisper. “I need you to do one more thing for me. Take the mitten, and give it to Tim. Thank you. Bye.” He closed his eyes again.
The doctor put his hand on John’s chest. “He’s gone,” he said. “I’m very sorry.”
The Parkinsons left the hospital.
“The mitten! Get it, Bill!” Mrs. Parkinson shouted to her husband.
But even Mr. Parkinson could not catch the mitten in the winter winds. The only thing he could do was watch it fly away.
Years went by since the accident. Tim was now in the third grade. A day did not go by that he did not miss John.
“Ring! Ring!” The bell rang.
Tim walked home. It was another long winter, longer than the one when the accident happened. Tim walked home alone. When he arrived, he threw his backpack on the couch before slumping onto it himself. He was extremely sad, for this was the day that John passed away. He had a quiet dinner of pasta. Then he climbed up the stairs to his room. He loved his room.
He was tucking in when he heard a long howl. He looked out the window. A dog was there. He was looking wistfully up at Tim. Tim shut the windows. He was a dog person, but somehow that dog gave him the creeps. He got into bed when he heard the howl again.
That night, he had a dream. He dreamt that John was standing in front of him. Beside him was a dog. He whispered to Tim, “Take him. He’s me!” Then all was quiet. Another dream popped up, but this one was about Tim riding a dragon in Camelot.
Tim was bothered by the dream. So when the next night arrived, he sneaked down the stairs and opened the door. He went into his mother’s bedroom.
“Mom? I need you! Wear your winter clothes and your mittens!”
So, with a little complaining of Tim’s mom, the two stepped out of the house. And sure enough, the dog was waiting for Tim. Tim looked at the dog closely for the first time. It had a black tail, big black ears and brown spots all over his white fur. It ran into the woods, and the two chased after it. Tim spotted something in the snow. It poked out at a weird angle. Tim reached out and grabbed it. He cried, “Oh!” It was a blue and white mitten. The exact one the Parkinsons had lost. Tim watched as the dog ran past him towards his house. Tim ran after him, tears filling his eyes. He told his mom about the dream. His mom woke his dad. They all agreed to keep the dog.
The next day, Tim told the Parkinsons. They agreed, too. Tim stayed at the Parkinsons for hot chocolate (It was Sunday). “I’m sorry about John” was the only thing Tim could say before he left.
When he got home, his eyes filled with tears once more, for the dog was greeting him at the door. He was wagging his tail and barking loudly. Tim patted the dog’s head, “Thanks, John.” Then he walked inside with the dog following close behind.
情暖冬日
“叮铃!叮铃!”铃声响了。
蒂姆知道,又到回家的时候了。他带上妈妈新织的蓝白相间的连指手套,和最好的朋友约翰一起走出幼儿园的大门。两人手拉着手,谁也没有说话。天太冷了,冷得让人不愿意说话。身上的棉衣很厚,却仍旧无法抵挡凛冽的寒气。
他们穿过阿肯萨斯小巷,正要拐上主街时,约翰开口了:“你看,蒂姆,这个冬天太长了,五个多月了。”的确,这个冬天是近几年来最长的。现在是一月份,而寒冷的冬天从去年九月份就开始了。约翰说完,一切归于沉寂,只有寒风在耳畔怒吼着。
约翰躺在医院里,睡得很沉。主治医生摇了摇头,说道:“对不起,帕金森太太,希望不大了。”一时间,急诊室里传出了阵阵哽咽声——帕金森夫妇的哽咽声,夹杂着那个开英雄车的司机的哽咽声。
突然,约翰睁开了眼睛。
“妈妈,爸爸,”他说道,“对不起,都怪我,太不小心了。”他的声音低得像是耳语。“麻烦你们再为我办一件事情。拿着这只手套,把它交给蒂姆。谢谢。再见。”他再次闭上了眼睛。
主治医生把手放到约翰的胸口上。“他走了。”他说道。“实在对不起。”
帕金森夫妇离开了医院。
“手套!比尔,快抓住!”帕金森太太冲他的丈夫喊道。
可是,即便是帕金森先生也无法抓住风中的手套,只能眼睁睁地看着它随风而去。
事故已经过去好几年了。蒂姆现在上小学三年级了,可是,他的心里没有一天不想着约翰。
“叮铃!叮铃!”铃声响了。
蒂姆走回家去。这又是一个漫长的冬天,比事故发生的那个冬天还要长。蒂姆一个人走着。到家后,把背包扔到沙发上,接着,一屁股坐了下去。他很伤心,因为那天正是约翰离去的日子。他静静地吃着晚餐,晚餐吃的是意大利面。饭后,他爬上楼梯,来到自己的房间。他很喜欢自己的房间。
蒂姆正要就寝,突然听到一声嚎叫,叫声很长。他望望窗外,窗下有一只狗,正眼巴巴地看着他。蒂姆把窗户都关上了。他是一个非常喜欢狗的人,可是,不知道为什么,眼前这只狗让他浑身起鸡皮疙瘩。他上了床,突然,又传来一声嚎叫。
那天晚上,他做了个梦,梦见约翰站在他的面前,旁边站着一只狗。他小声对蒂姆说:“收下他。他就是我!”接着,是一片寂静。不一会儿,又做了一个梦。这一次,他梦见自己在卡米洛王国骑龙呢。
梦一直困扰着蒂姆。所以,等第二天夜晚来临时,他悄悄溜下楼梯,把房门打开。他走进了母亲的卧室。
“妈妈,我需要你的帮助!快穿上衣服,带上手套!”
妈妈嘟囔了几声,和蒂姆一起走了出去。果不其然,狗在外面等着蒂姆。蒂姆第一次好好看了看他。他长着黑色的尾巴,黑黑的长耳,雪白的皮毛上满是褐色的斑点。狗跑进了小树林,蒂姆和妈妈在后紧跟着。蒂姆看见雪地里有一样东西。那个东西从雪地里伸了出来,角度很奇怪。蒂姆伸出手去,把它拽了出来。突然,他惊叫一声:“天哪!”那是一只蓝白相间的连指手套,正是帕金森夫妇丢失的那只!蒂姆看着狗从他身边经过,朝房子的方向跑去。蒂姆跟在后面,眼里充满了泪水。他把梦一五一十告诉了妈妈。妈妈把爸爸摇醒。他们都同意把狗留下。
第二天,蒂姆把事情的来龙去脉告诉了帕金森夫妇,他们也双双同意了。蒂姆在帕金森夫妇家里喝着热巧克力(那天是个星期天)。“约翰的事情,我很难过”——这是蒂姆离开前所能说的唯一的一句话。
回到家里,他的眼睛再次湿润了。狗就站在门口,迎接他的归来。他摇晃着尾巴,大声叫着。蒂姆轻轻拍拍狗的脑袋:“谢谢,约翰。”说着,他走了进去,狗紧紧跟在后面。

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