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The Frightened Little Snowflake

Ah, ’tis the season! so what better way to celebrate it than with a story? (I can already hear Bill saying , well how about with a crate of wine?)

Perry Como has a lot to answer for.....

Perry Como has a lot to answer for.....

The Frightened Little Snowflake.

High, high up in the sky, so high that you could barely hear the distant rumble of the jets as they flew across the mighty ocean, hidden above the ozone layer and tucked behind a particularly large strato-cumulus cloud, lived a frightened little snowflake.

“I-I-I-I- I’m not going Im NOT!” He whimpered. The North Wind puffed out his cheeks, exasperated. “BUT IT’S YOUR JOB!” He bellowed, and somewhere out over central Europe, a handful of migrating geese were blown off course.

“I-I-I-i’ts too far! “He wailed. his beautiful shimmering patterns threatening to collapse with his fretting. He was very scared of the North Wind, but the little snowflake still would not jump.

Many , many thousands of feet below, two little girls, Trixie and Bella, were getting tired of stud poker and were about to call it a night. Bella had cleaned Trixie out of her barbie doll collection AND all her vouchers for Krispy Kreme doughnuts. Not that Bella needed any more doughnuts, thought Trixie, crossly, if she got any bigger her parents could claim for two kids.

She desperately wanted to win her stuff back, she had a bad feeling that Santa wouldn’t visit tonight if he knew she’s blown all her stuff on cards. Besides, she always wanted to be Barbie, cos that bitch has everything.

Just then, Bella said “I’ll give you one more chance to win it all back, Trix. All or nothing. I bet that it won’t snow this Christmas Eve!”

Trixie rolled her eyes heavenward. “Like, duh, Bella! It’s so not going to snow tonight and you know it!” Being a kid, Trixie felt a primal urge to accentuate the second word of every sentence in an annoyingly sarcastic manner. Kids, (((through gritted teeth))) don’tcha just love ’em?

Bella was going into paroxysms of laughter that had set off a judder in her ample frame that wasn’t stopping anytime soon. She went with it, doing a grotesque parody of a Britney Spears number.
“Britney pear-shaped, more like” thought Trixie

“Okaaaay” said Bella. “in the next 30 minutes”.
“But that’s even worse!” shouted Trixie.
“Yup” said Bella coveting her Krispy Kreme vouchers. The girls stood there and pointed their button noses skywards.

Meanwhile the grumpy North Wind had run out of patience. He huffed, and he puffed and with a great whooooosh sent the frightened little snowflake flying out from behind the cloud and plummeting earthwards.
“Bloody ice crystals with a regular atomic structure, they think they’re better than everyone else” he moaned, somewhat improbably.

The little snowflake had other thoughts on his mind. Consumed by terror, he was plummeting thousands of feet earthwards. It was….it was….wait a minute..he wasn’t really plummeting… he began to reason- or would have if he’d had firing synapses and a brain – He was floating!
“OOOH! This is niiice!” he exclaimed, as he twirled and whirled in the air currents. He could see the twinkling of lights below. It must be a big city, he thought. He began to imagine what he would do when he got there, perhaps take in a movie, have a few beers….

The two little girls were still staring up into the night-sky, expectantly.Their little button noses were turning a lovely shade of blue. Bella began stomping her feet impatiently.
“C’mon, I win , it hasn’t snowed!”
“No Bella! there’s another five minutes to go!” protested Trixie.

And that’s when the frightened little snowflake appeared, glistening in the streetlights. He gently floated down and landed right on the end of Trixie’s nose.
“Yay!” shouted Trixie
“Shit.” said Bella
The little snowflake began to plan his night on the town….but then, curiously, he began to feel warm. He looked at his outer extremities and…((gulp)) they were turning into puddles!
Trixie looked down cross-eyed as the little snowflake dissolved on the end of her nose.
“Life’s a bitch, and then you die” she said, grabbing her Barbies and Krispy Kreme vouchers back from a disconsolate but still reassuringly ample Bella.

Copyright Kev Moore December 2008

No snowflakes were harmed during the making of this story. Might’ve whacked a few kids though……

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December 9, 2008 - Posted by | Art, Cafe L'Arte, Cafe Literati, drawing, friends, fun, humor, Kev Moore's Cartoons, Kev Moore's Short Stories, writing | , , , , ,

9 Comments »

  1. I’m not quite sure how to comment on this, Kev. It did get me giggling, though.

    Comment by shelleymhouse | December 9, 2008

  2. I think I need help to be honest Shelley, you know, professional help…:-)

    Comment by kevmoore | December 9, 2008

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  4. This is hilarious. The illustration is pretty cool, too. Thanks, Kev!

    Comment by valwebb | December 10, 2008

  5. Thank you , Val! It was fun to do.

    Comment by kevmoore | December 12, 2008

  6. You inspire me Kev repeatedly. I think I would not have found me if it had not been for all that Cafe Crem has meant to me. I got lost somewhere, somehow and I have found my way back.
    Laughter is what this painting and story brought out in me, and its been a long time I have not laughed. Thanks bro

    Comment by Michael | December 12, 2008

  7. Thanks Michael. I’m glad I brought the laughter out. We all need that!

    Comment by kevmoore | December 12, 2008

  8. Kev this is so wonderfully witty and kept me going to the end…though, nerd that I am who always hopes for a happy ending, I was a tad disappointed that the snowflake melted….still, there was a lesson here….as scared as he was to jump, it turned out that he had a brief, but wonderful ride!

    Comment by psychscribe | January 20, 2009

  9. If you read much of my stuff Psyche, you will know I need to work on my happy endings! Thanks for the lovely comment!

    Comment by kevmoore | January 20, 2009


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