It's been a while since I wrote some fictionbut when I saw the prompt from Write on Edge, snow and secret revealed just made the right fit for me. So here's what I did with it and hope I did it well.
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David looked outside the window. The street was blanketed with snow. There was newson the radio that some roads had been blocked. Classes were called off and while work continued, he was pretty sure things would be slow today.
Getting his jacket, cap, scarf, gloves and ear muffs on was toilsome. But it was freezing outside and he’d been reminded to always keep warm.
The sun, hidden behind the gray clouds, created an eerie silence. David looked up and down the street. No one was in sight. It was just him and the snow-covered tree house his father had built ages ago.
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David looked outside the window. The street was blanketed with snow. There was newson the radio that some roads had been blocked. Classes were called off and while work continued, he was pretty sure things would be slow today.
Getting his jacket, cap, scarf, gloves and ear muffs on was toilsome. But it was freezing outside and he’d been reminded to always keep warm.
The sun, hidden behind the gray clouds, created an eerie silence. David looked up and down the street. No one was in sight. It was just him and the snow-covered tree house his father had built ages ago.
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David started his trek. It was not far, he knew, but the soft white mantle that covered his path made everything seem much longer, wider, bigger. The sharp pointed rocks that lined the garden had become round and smooth. The bins piled high at the back of the house transformed into a shrine as the early afternoon sunlight glistened over the pearly white snow.
David glanced up at the sky. There were no birds in the air. Soft, fluffy flakes of snowhovered in mid-air then glided softly down on his face.
Finally, he reached his place. David wondered what surprise the tree house would bringtoday. There had always been one and today shouldn’t be different. He scolded himself for thinking the worst yet his heart screamed if things were not as they should be.
He fished out his dad’s flashlight and flicked it on. The light shone inside. Over and over, David looked.Over and over, he stifled a cry. His place was empty. No surprise awaited him.
David sulked. He looked outside and the world seemed such a beautiful place. The trees,adorned with snow crystals, shone magnificently under the sunlight. But now he knew. Not all that glistens is beautiful. Not all that shines is good.
David stepped out of his place. Trudging slowly in the snow, he wondered if there were dangerous traps under this shining lustre of snow. He wondered if such was the mark of growing old.
Reaching the house, he wondered where everyone was. The excuses came back... there was no time, work’s been hectic, business is slow. He brushed the snow off his jacket and carefully took off his boots.
This place is freezing, David wondered if dad had forgotten to switch on the heater. Hastily, he turned towards the living room. Before his hand had reached the knob, the door opened. A gust of air warmed him all over as flashes of light shone on his face.
“Happy Birthday David!” they shouted. Mom and dad, grandma and grandpa, Uncle Peter and Aunt Kate, his sister Kelly, his cousins, friends from school... there they were... smiling, laughing, planting lipstick kisses on his now swollen cheeks.
David looked outside the window. The trees, adorned with snow crystals, shone magnificently under the sunlight.This time, David knew. Some things that glisten, stay.
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David glanced up at the sky. There were no birds in the air. Soft, fluffy flakes of snowhovered in mid-air then glided softly down on his face.
Finally, he reached his place. David wondered what surprise the tree house would bringtoday. There had always been one and today shouldn’t be different. He scolded himself for thinking the worst yet his heart screamed if things were not as they should be.
He fished out his dad’s flashlight and flicked it on. The light shone inside. Over and over, David looked.Over and over, he stifled a cry. His place was empty. No surprise awaited him.
David sulked. He looked outside and the world seemed such a beautiful place. The trees,adorned with snow crystals, shone magnificently under the sunlight. But now he knew. Not all that glistens is beautiful. Not all that shines is good.
David stepped out of his place. Trudging slowly in the snow, he wondered if there were dangerous traps under this shining lustre of snow. He wondered if such was the mark of growing old.
Reaching the house, he wondered where everyone was. The excuses came back... there was no time, work’s been hectic, business is slow. He brushed the snow off his jacket and carefully took off his boots.
This place is freezing, David wondered if dad had forgotten to switch on the heater. Hastily, he turned towards the living room. Before his hand had reached the knob, the door opened. A gust of air warmed him all over as flashes of light shone on his face.
“Happy Birthday David!” they shouted. Mom and dad, grandma and grandpa, Uncle Peter and Aunt Kate, his sister Kelly, his cousins, friends from school... there they were... smiling, laughing, planting lipstick kisses on his now swollen cheeks.
David looked outside the window. The trees, adorned with snow crystals, shone magnificently under the sunlight.This time, David knew. Some things that glisten, stay.
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