Snowfall

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution.

Quiet. I’d always found winter quiet, but never like this. Reaching out I touched the flake suspended closest to me. It melted. Oh Mother.

Her age, the cares of the farm, everything was gone. The snowflakes coalesced around her. A cloak blinding to see. Winter’s radiance and wrath.

“Did you think I would let you take another?” The words were a snowfall’s whisper, one as cutting as the air’s chill. Mathak crawled backward, terror freezing on his face as snow encased him.

Closing my eyes, I covered my ears. How had I missed this? What was she? What was I?

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