Cold
Reception
by
William Falo
Ryan dreaded the
sounds of night
on the edge of
the Hudson Bay.
The ice creaked
and moaned and
intensified the
isolation he felt
and sleep became
impossible. He
tried pills and
soft music but
nothing worked
until he heard
a soothing, serene
voice on the shortwave
radio. Her name
was Katrine and
she worked at
a Russian radio
station. Her soft
voice filled him
with tranquility
and took away
his loneliness.
Antennas sprung
up everywhere
to get better
reception. He
couldn’t
imagine a night
without her. Then
the station announced
they were going
off the air.
“No,”
he yelled so loud
that icicles crashed
to the ground
from the roof.
He dreaded the
lonely nights
ahead. There was
another researcher
and occasional
trips into the
town of Churchill
but they did not
overcome the emptiness
and lack of human
companionship.
He looked out
on the white frozen
landscape as moonlight
shimmered off
the snow. It reflected
into his wide
open eyes and
then he realized
that he loved
her. “I’m
going to be there
tomorrow night,”
he said aloud.
He put plans into
motion as the
other researcher
Drew came into
the cabin, “Are
you okay?”
The
computer hummed
as he ordered
tickets to Vladivostok
and thanked God
that he still
had a passport
from a research
trip to Siberia.
Next, while Drew
stood there he
started to pack
his clothes.
“Where
are you going?”
“Don’t
worry about it.”
“I
am worried. The
polar bears are
arriving in droves.
This is the time
we need to measure
the environmental
changes the most.
I can’t
do it alone.”
“I
need to go home,”
he lied.
Drew walked over
to the computer
screen and stared
at the location
on the airline
reservations.
“Russia?
What’s going
on?”
“Nothing.”
“I’m
not letting you
leave. What about
your wife and
kids?” he
grabbed Ryan’s
arm.
Ryan pushed him
against the wall
and a shelf tilted
spilling its contents
on the ground.
A picture of his
wife shattered.
“My family
doesn’t
care about me.
My kids in college
don’t want
me around. My
wife is probably
seeing someone
else. She did
that before. Your
family came all
the way here for
your birthday.
For my fiftieth
birthday I didn’t
even get a card.”
He zipped up his
backpack and walked
out of the cabin
as Drew slowly
stood up and put
the broken picture
on the desk.
He arrived in
the small Churchill
airport to fly
to Winnipeg then
Russia as many
people arrived
to view the polar
bears. Time went
fast while he
tried to talk
himself out of
what he was doing.
How far could
it go? Adultery.
What if she doesn’t
like me? He risked
everything, his
career and family
could be lost.
The funny thing
is that meant
less to him then
the concern over
her wanting to
be with him. He
did send some
emails to the
radio station
telling them how
much he liked
her broadcast.
She wrote back
a few times but
never more than
a form response
thanking him.
But it was enough
to keep him obsessed.
He arrived in
Vladivostok as
the sun hung low
in a cloud filled
sky. He stayed
in a cheap hotel
and barely slept
as sleet pattered
on the metal siding.
The morning remained
dreary and sleet
continued to fall
as he left for
the station. Katrine
often went on
air during the
daytime to broadcast
to North America
at night. He had
trouble catching
a taxi to the
remote location
of the station
and arrived just
as she walked
in the building.
He caught a glimpse
of her long black
hair going through
the doorway as
he ran up the
icy steps.
At the top a guard
refused to let
him pass and threatened
with hand gestures
to call the police.
He waited until
she finished and
became cold and
wet. She came
out with a man
by her side. His
breath became
rapid. A husband
or boyfriend,
he worried. He
couldn’t
stop and walked
toward her. “Hi
Katrine.”
“Hi,”
she looked confused.
“Do I know
you?”
“I
listen to you
in Canada. I came
because the station
was closing. I
need to tell you
how much your
voice means to
me.”
“Thank
you. It’s
a shame about
the closing but
I’m going
to Moscow. I received
a job with government
television. Now
people will be
able to see and
hear me.”
She pulled her
hair behind her
ears. The gesture
seemed flirtatious
to him.
The man with her
kept looking at
his watch and
said, “We
got to go.”
“Oh,
you’re right.
This is Ivan he
is my fiancé.”
Ryan’s heart
sank and he stuttered,
“Nice to
meet you.”
He reached out
a shaking hand.
Ivan shook it
stronger than
normal. It felt
like a threat
or warning. Ryan
felt sick and
started to turn
pale.
Katrine said,
“Why don’t
you come with
us. You came so
far.”
Ivan said, “Yes,
why did you come
so far?”
Ryan hesitated,
“I’m
doing some research
on wolves in Ussuri
Refuge and thought
I would stop here.”
Ivan stared at
him, “Just
stopping by.”
He said in disbelief.
Katrine interrupted,
“Well, come
with us to the
Sky Bar and have
a drink.”
Her brown eyes
showed warmth
and caring. It
didn’t help
his feelings.
Once he researched
wolves in Montana
so he was able
to talk his way
around the lie.
The club was a
western clone
in a more open
Russia. They pushed
vodka on him and
he kept drinking.
Ivan watched him
suspiciously and
Ryan prayed he
would leave. He
asked, “Ivan,
what is your occupation?”
“I
work in communications
for the government
and I’m
overseeing the
closing of the
station.”
Ryan knew Ivan
couldn’t
have known her
for long and that
gave him hope.
She was everything
he imagined. A
pulsating song
came on the sound
system and she
got up and danced
while her long
black hair waved
through the strobe
lights. She waved
to Ryan to join
her and losing
all inhabitance
from the drinks
he couldn’t
resist. He tried
to keep up with
her but failed
miserably. Once
he thought he
saw Ivan tinkering
with his drink
but he got swept
up in the dance.
Then Katrine put
her arms around
his neck and kissed
him on the cheek
and he felt warmth
spread through
his body.
The music ended
too quickly and
he sat down as
Ivan smiled and
then he noticed
another man had
joined him. He
sipped his drink
and watched Katrine.
Before he knew
it he slumped
and couldn’t
stop from falling
off the stool.
Then blackness
overcame him.
He felt a coldness
radiate from his
back and spread
over his entire
body. He realized
he was in a wooded
area covered with
snow. As he slowly
stood up he heard
Ivan yell, “Here
is where you can
research wolves.”
He saw the jeeps
red taillights
grow dimmer by
the second.
His head pounded
and his eyes burned
as he looked around.
I’m in the
middle of the
refuge, he thought.
He slowly walked
in the direction
the jeep left
and cursed. He
remembered Ivan
and his drink.
Drugged, he thought.
He was thankful
he was used to
the cold from
Churchill but
he felt sluggish.
After an hour
he stopped and
felt sorrow well
up in him. His
heart was broken
in pieces like
a shattered icicle.
He remembered
the beauty of
Katrine and she
was everything
he hoped but realized
he couldn’t
just step into
someone’s
life without people
getting hurt or
angry. He wondered
if she knew what
they did to him.
Did she agree
to it? That thought
hurt him inside.
Snow started to
fall and he heard
crunching sounds
from the deep
brush. In a clearing
he saw four wolves
sniffing the air,
steam rising from
their nostrils.
They grew tense
and one bared
its teeth as tension
filled the woods.
A black wolf came
from the other
end of the clearing.
Ryan got nervous
but didn’t
dare move.
The
intruder approached
the pack and tried
to single out
a young female.
He tried to cut
her off from the
pack but the others
intervened and
the alpha male
chased him away.
A brief fight
occurred and they
both disappeared.
When the alpha
wolf returned
he limped badly.
The others ran
to him and showered
him with affection.
Ryan watched until
they eventually
sensed his presence
and disappeared
into the woods.
He then thought
of Drew alone
in Churchill and
his family in
Toronto. He expected
a cold reception
when he returned
but knew he belonged
there.
Tears flowed down
his cheeks and
he knew he was
the intruder here
in Russia. With
frostbitten hands
and a broken heart
he started the
long walk back
to Vladivostok.
The path ahead
of him loomed
dark and foreboding
causing him to
doubt he would
survive. Then
he heard the wolves
howl from far
away as the snow
intensified and
he walked into
the darkness not
knowing if he
would ever come
out into the light
again.
©
2008 by William
Falo
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