By Fresia South
Drift past snowflakes dancing and whisper through the words floating in gaps. Always there, never noticed. I wish I were a young girl’s tinkly laugh. I wish I were even a coat around an elderly man.
Alas, I am unnoticed, invisible. Wandering down paths I pull the snow; it twists and swirls and dips, like stardust. And was that me? Yes, it was. I made something to treasure, a sparkle to admire.
A man looks up and smiles, his coat forgotten on his shoulders. A girl glances up from beneath her lashes and her eyes widen watching the breath of air.
Everything about this story was cool, gentle and fluffy. I loved it. Authors name also fantastic.
Beautiful
Also loved author’s name. Very poetic. Evocative.
Charming. 101 words well spent.
Absolutely delightful. Thanks for the pleasure of reading something magical in dark times.