A Winter’s Day
“It’s cold,” said Tina.
“It’s really cold,” said Claire.
“It’s too cold,” said Ethel.
Daniel’s teeth chattered and his face went blue.
“I told you all it wasn’t the weather for ice cream,” Agnes said with a sigh, as she paid the ice cream van driver and ushered the children back inside.
A Winter’s Night
Sixteen hours of dark, and all of it silent. Softly floating snow making rainbows as it falls, the colour of moonlight, the colour of streetlights, the colour of headlights, the colour of fairy lights put up for Christmas and never taken down.
Three months later and they still don’t look out of place. Winter deadens time like snow swallows sound. Purgatorial beauty.
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Notes:
1. Written on June 11th, 2021
2. A sequel to Tales From The Town #15: Summer