by Tara Isabel Sambrano
A few years ago, after the death of my mother, I developed an unusual ailment. Everything I touched froze. Metaphorically, it made sense. There was nothing warm and flowing in my life except the blood in my veins. And this condition, worked very slowly. There was always enough time to finish my food and drink water before it was all wrapped in frost.
After a few days, when I met a guy for the first time over drinks, I told him. He shook his head at me. So I held my glass of water a little longer and as the drops gradually transformed into a thin layer of ice, his eyes blinked a few times and all he could manage was, "Oh, that was strange ‌ um, neat, I mean.�