Warm SnowA Story by FaiDawn looked out the window, and
wished for the old, cold snow. She turned to her teacher and asked, “Miss,
could we please go outside? It’s so pretty, look at it!” The teacher glanced at
the glittering white hills that had formed where the playground had been, and
shook her head. “You know we can’t, you
don’t have the proper clothing. You kids would get hurt. Play inside; it’s
almost time for your mom to get you. She’ll have your gear.” Dawn scowled and
turned to her sister. “Fine, Star, you and me can be smart
people, and we’re trying to make it snow. Real snow too, the really cold kind
that stays for a long time.” Star shrugged and sat down beside Dawn. She didn’t
care as much as Dawn did about the snow, but she was willing to pretend for her
little sister. Dawn looked around for someone to join their game, but all the
other children were engrossed in their own fantasies. Star watched as her
sister sat down and began building her world, then joined her. They played for a few minutes,
until the first wave of parents came to the door. Then, they began putting away
their crude, wooden toys as their mothers chatted with the teacher, and wrapped
protective gear tightly around their children. “I don’t know how you deal with
Dawn at home,” the teacher said, “She’s become so obsessed with snow, and she’s
starting to pull the rest of the class along with her.” Dawn’s mother shook her
head and sighed. “It’s her grandfather. He’s getting old, and has been telling
her stories his grandparents told him, about eating and laying in snow without
any protection. Frankly, it’s ridiculous. Neither understands that times have
changed, he’s senile and she’s too young.” The teacher nodded, and smiled as
Dawn and Star walked up. Star hadn’t tied her boots properly, and they flopped
onto the dirt floor as she shuffled her way across the room. Her mother knelt
down to help her, and the teacher stayed by the door. She didn’t want Dawn to
make a run for the outside. Star finally got her gear on properly, and joined
her sister. They walked out into the hot day, and Dawn wistfully looked at the
sky, wishing she was allowed to catch one of the fat, slow-moving flakes on her
tongue, the way her grandfather had described. One drifted onto an uncovered
part of her face, and she yelped as it sizzled, turned to dust, and blew away. Her mother smiled at her, “I told
you, it’s not the same snow. Do you get it now? Wait here for a second, I need to
see what your teacher wants.” Dawn stared sullenly at the ground, and muttered
“Fine.” Her mom walked back to the urgently waving teacher, who had a sheaf of
paper in one hand. She handed it to her, and asked, “By the way, where did you
think of such lovely names? Dawn, Star, they’re just so exotic. Where are they
from?” Dawn’s mother laughed, “Those were my concession to my husband, he
wanted them to be named from some old book his family passed down to him. I’m
not sure what they mean, but they were definitely pretty!” They smiled at each
other, and looked at the mountain on the horizon. It spewed more white ash
every second, the same way it did every year. © 2015 Fai |
AuthorFaiAboutI've not written much, but this year I took a creative writing class, and was told that I wasn't that bad. So, I want to get a little better if possible. more..Writing
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