He’d treasured that winter. Record snow. Briskly cold.
Mother had carefully arranged a scarf around his neck while he watched the children’s snowball fight. He stifled a chuckle when father clumsily slipped on the ice.
Only when his charcoal eyes slid down his melting frame did the reality set in.
Alison treasures the winter and loves lots of snow.
She knew he was there, waiting. She opened the door and there he stood, grinning sheepishly. She felt faint.
She took in that goofy grin, those deep dark eyes, that silly hat… She left the rest outside.
She had a thing for snowmen, but he was melting way too fast.
Pat Campbell is a retired Professor of Drama. She has been writing short stories for twenty-five years and is a published Haiku and Tanka poet. She loves the challenge of writing a complete story in just fifty words.
The man stood on his lawn, scarf snug, hat pulled low. He watched children making snow angels, giggling.
Then, a scream.
The attacker tore into the man’s arm. He severed his head, mauled his face.
The assault lasted only seconds, but the memory remains. The day our dog ate Frosty.
Paul Amelchenko is a freelance creative director/copywriter and a lecturer at the University of Miami. He teaches courses in Copywriting for Digital & Traditional Media, Advertising Concept & Copywriting and Portfolio Development. www.paulamelchenko.com
It made me mad that I couldn’t hide my sadness from them.
As the sun transformed my smile and let me age prematurely, I couldn’t forgive them for already moving on.
My last thought when my coal eyes hit the ground? “You little rascals will know the feeling soon enough!”
Originally from Germany, Tine moved to California about a year ago. Since then she has become a full-time mom taking care of a four-year-old chatterbox, which makes the fifty-word story a perfect format for her.