❄ donna beneviento
Donna Beneviento feels at peace in the snow.
In the mountains of the village , it often snowed during the colder months. It was a time where things went quiet. When the sounds of the forest were muffled and the gently falling flakes would land and melt upon the sleeves of her dark dress, and in Angie’s delicate hair.
Angie would dance around among the bare branches, throwing snow in the air and cackling with childish glee as Donna watched with a gentle smile behind her veil.
Once upon a time, before things had gotten so bad, Donna would take trunks of puppets and toys down to the village during the darkest days of the year to bring joy to the local children.
Puppet shows by a small fire, with fresh baked treats distributed by the ever energetic Angie as Donna played out local folk tales of Miss Madelina, and gentle plays about the Lords and their various fictional exploits.
Once upon a time, it was one of Donna’s greatest sources of joy to see their faces as her dolls danced and played. Once the curtains closed, the dolls found new homes among the village children, There wasn’t a child around who didn’t know the local dollmaker and her toys as the first snow touched the trees of the unnamed village.
But time passes, and things change. When Donna no longer could face the fearful looks of terrified reverence at the sight of her newest dolls and her deteriorating visage, she retreated to her family home.
So now the winter is spent alone, in the quiet snowfall with Angie playing about among the graves of all those who’d left her behind.
Perhaps…Perhaps Karl or Alcina would visit this year, passing through the driving snow to enjoy the beauty of the snowfall together over a cup of fresh tea.
Or perhaps not. Not with the Ceremony quickly approaching. Donna was sure nobody would have time for cozonac and tea…or puppet shows by her fireplace…or an old reel of film in her study.
So instead she would sit on her sister’s graveside, watching the snow fall and the world turn white and still. Donna Beneviento felt at peace in the snow…and this year, she hoped that the peace could last forever.
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