The Coldest Winter: The Uncovered Death

The Coldest Winter: The Uncovered Death

A suburban winter hides more than just snow.

This short story blends the warmth of everyday family life with the quiet chill of mystery. Inspired by the haunting stillness of winter, it's a tale of love, loss, and unanswered questions. I invite you to read and reflect… and perhaps leave your thoughts in the comments.

Patricia typed an email to her husband.

Dear Paul,
You’ve been away from us on your life journey, but not a day has passed without me missing you more. Just to let you know, your friend Tom had been sick lately, and sadly, he passed away.
I’m counting the days, looking forward to your return. The kids are doing well in school and already buzzing about summer break.
A brutal winter storm just hit—12 inches of snow! Last week, the furnace broke down. We were out of heat, and the whole house was freezing.
Besides that, everything’s fine. Tell me more about the project you’re planning to start soon.
Your wife,
—Patricia

Just three houses down from Patricia lived Ms. Mary Kate, an older woman with no children, but the proud new owner of two one-year-old dogs: Mixy (brown) and Hixy (white). They were playful, cheerful pups who kept her company.

Patricia, a school counselor, worked two days a week from home. She had two children: Tia, a bright and artistic girl, and Simon, a clever boy with a knack for logic. Both were gifted students.

One afternoon, while picking the kids up from school, Patricia's car suddenly stalled at a stop sign. It wouldn’t start again. She quickly called her friend Robin for help. He came with his friend Greg, checked the engine, and confirmed it was a dead battery. Together, they towed the car to a repair shop and brought Patricia and the kids home safely.

Back home, Tia fed her goldfish, and Simon took care of his cockatiels. Soon after, Patricia got a call—the car was ready. On the way to pick it up, she brought back some food: Subway sandwiches, Churros, Broccoli Cheddar soups, a coffee for herself, and Fanta and Dr. Pepper for the kids. She also collected a package for Ms. Mary.

She rang her neighbor’s doorbell.
"How are you doing? If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to call—I’m here," Patricia said kindly.
"You’re an angel on earth. Thank you for checking on me, Patricia," Ms. Mary smiled.
"No problem. Alright, goodbye now—take care!"

Later that weekend, Tia was heartbroken when her three goldfish died.
“You can take my birds instead,” Simon offered. Tia hugged her big brother gratefully and took the birds to her room.

On Sundays, the kids had ice skating practice. Tia was graceful and swift, while Simon, a bit slower, tried his best. Patricia loved watching them skate.
“Mom, can we get ice cream?” Tia asked afterward.
“Yeah! Sure,” Patricia replied, smiling, and they headed home.

Even Patricia's indoor plants had begun to wither and die in the freezing temperatures.

Mr. Rainbow was a tall, muscular man who helped shovel snow for Patricia and Ms. Mary. But he hadn’t always lived this life. His father had once been a successful businessman, famous for owning the “WoodMill Mall” and even a private jet. After his father's sudden death, Mr. Rainbow suffered a devastating financial breakdown. In search of a new beginning, he moved to Colorado. There, Patricia and Ms. Mary were the first people to welcome him. They helped him settle into the neighborhood, offering kindness when he needed it most.

One morning, Mixy and Hixy barked wildly from the window as they watched Mr. Rainbow shovel snow outside.
“Who’s there?” Ms. Mary called, even though she already knew.

Inside, Tia and Simon were busy playing video games. Simon kept winning their racing matches, and Tia was growing frustrated.

Patricia checked her email—no new messages.

Later that day, Ms. Mary tried calling Mr. Rainbow to ask when he would return to clear her walkway.
He answered briefly, “I’m driving, can’t talk now.”
As he looked away from the road, the steering wheel slipped in his hands. The car hit a pole and skidded off into the icy river.

Within 48 hours, the wreck was pulled from the water, but Mr. Rainbow’s body was never found.

Back at home, life continued. Simon watched his favorite show, Tia read a book, and Patricia took a short afternoon nap.

When she woke up, the first thing she did was check her phone.
“Oh darn—no battery,” she muttered. After plugging it in and waiting a few minutes, three missed calls appeared—two from Ms. Mary, one from Paul.

She quickly returned Paul’s call, but it went straight to voicemail. Then she opened the message from Ms. Mary:
“Any word from Mr. Rainbow? Will he be coming this week?”
Patricia replied, “No, I don’t know. I haven’t seen or heard from him.”

Just then, another message from Paul came through:
“I’ll see you soon. Don’t tell the kids—it’s a surprise!”

That night, Ms. Mary woke from a disturbing nightmare. In it, she had seen Mr. Rainbow—lifeless, pale, lost beneath icy waters.
“How could that be?” she whispered to herself. “So young… so full of life.”

The rescue team continued searching for nearly a month. But the river held its secrets, and Mr. Rainbow was never found.

Winter began to thaw, and spring crept in slowly. Life moved on, quietly, cautiously.

One quiet morning, Ms. Mary opened her front door to collect the newspaper. On the steps was a single snow shovel—clean, dry, and standing upright.

She looked around. There were no footprints in the snow. Not one.

Across the street, Patricia's phone buzzed. A new message.

Unknown Number:
“I told you I’d see you soon.”

What do you think happened to Mr. Rainbow?

Was his disappearance a tragic accident, or is there more beneath the surface than anyone knows? Share your theories and thoughts in the comments below!