Wintertime with Racoon

Raccoon wanders amid falling snow as he crawls out of his hollowed mound. As his paws are barely etched on the iced over snow, he slips and tumbles in an ironic grace. Yet, Raccoon persists through the wintertime inconveniencies. He stops at the aloof howl of Owl asking, "How do you do?" Raccoon sniffs the ice in hopes of an explanation and Owl only waits in patient anticipation. Raccoon walks some more, then trips over a dirty mound, then he softly thumps the wall of a human house. Raccoon is not scratched, nor pained, nor bruised, nor dead. But, unfortunately- because of that slight smack- the wall barely shakes and just enough to vibrate the bases of fragile dangling ice. A single base breaks and Icicle plunges in near frozen time. She coldly pierces Raccoon, as he stumbles, yet again, with the most ironic grace.

Reviews

[Chelsea Schermerhorn]

Thank you so much for entering this in my contest. Throughout reading, my mind kept coming back to this piece, with the excellent imagery. Congratulations.

[Chelsea Schermerhorn]

:( :'( This makes me sad... I guess it does it's job, with the amazing imagery......You have made it into the first cut of finalists for my Imagery contest.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

interesting little story .. love the metaphors..

Chloe
xoxo