It’s snowing in North Carolina, which let’s face it, doesn’t happen very often. The result of which is that I’m probably stuck inside my house all day Saturday.
But, on a happier note, I was inspired by the snow to write a piece of flash fiction for The Next Big Writer‘s current contest. Since this blog is all about my goal to become a “real” writer, I thought I should maybe share some of my writing with you! So here it is, my flash fiction piece, Snow Angel.
We walked hand in hand along the side of a snow-covered road. He stopped and scooped up a handful of ice, packing it together and rounding it out. I ran as he stretched his arm back, preparing to throw…
He just laughed and hurled the snowball above my head.
He laughed again and ran towards me, grabbing my waist and lifting me off the ground, spinning and twirling us both until we dropped to the earth, the blanket of white fluff cushioning our fall.
“Gosh, how old are you?” I slapped his arms, he released his grip on me. Rolling over, he lay flat, flaying his arms and legs out, making a snow angel. He stood, pulling me to my feet.
“An angel for my angel,” he whispered.
“That’s so cheesy!” I smiled, turning to face him. “But sweet.”
He dropped to his knee and took my hand, pulling a velvet box out of his pocket at the same time.
“What’re you doing?”
He peeled my glove off and let it drop to the snow. “I was going to wait til we got back to the house, build a fire, light a bunch of candles, and get cozy with you on the couch, but I can’t wait. I love you so much.” He popped the top of the box. “Will you marry me?” The ring could only hold my attention for a second, my gaze immediately found his. Tears swam in both our eyes.
“Yes! Of course! I love you, too!”
He fumbled with the ring, sliding it on my finger, then jumped up and kissed me. The box tumbled out of his grasp and slid on the ice into the middle of the road.
“I should get that.” But he didn’t release me. His hands were on my hips, his eyes staring into mine. In that moment, I knew I’d love him for the rest of my life.
Kissing the tip of my nose, his hands fell. He turned to retrieve the box and I looked at the square-cut diamond and platinum ring on my hand. The stone was incredible, but its beauty was eclipsed by the love and commitment it symbolized.
I bent to pick up my glove and the sound of squealing tires reached my ears. Whipping my head around, I saw an SUV fishtailing on the icy road. He was straightening up, too, putting the ring box in his pocket. The vehicle skidded towards him, but he didn’t move. Maybe there wasn’t time. Maybe the world only seemed to slow down as I watched the car plow into him.
When the ambulance and police arrived, the angel in the snow was tainted with blood and glass. And he was gone.