My winters mean long-sleeved tees, closed-toe shoes, and long walks across powder of purest white. Here, snow is created from tiny crystals of Appalachian quartz, washed ashore for millennia. There are drifts piled high against fence rows and along roadsides, but my snow never melts.
There are no huge flakes sticking to my clothes and hair. There are no flurries, nor blizzards, no sleds nor skis. No snow forts with mountains of snowball ammo waiting to be hurled at an opponent. No snow angels, nor snowmen with carrot noses and button eyes.
I miss icicles, but not the cold.
The 100 Word Challenge, a writing prompt created by Velvet Verbosity, takes a single theme to tell a story in only 100 words ~ no more, no less. This week’s theme is ‘Snow.’