Snowfall Stories

Vallon, my best friend, and I sat on the couch, mesmerized by the blanket of whiteness covering the woods behind us. Through the snow-covered branches, I could see Royal Lake, frozen over. The 4.1-mile path surrounding it was invisible, obscured by the eight to ten inches of heavy snow that had fallen Sunday night and into Monday morning. The scene was pristine, idyllic. Picture-perfect. Knocking on the front door awakene...

The door frame propped up Momma, and she watched her little girl kneel beside the bed. Tiny fingers steepled as she prayed, “Dear Santa. Hi, it’s me, Lulu Mae. Some don’t believe, but I know you’re real. I think I’ve been mostly good this year, so I’m asking you to fix the uglies Momma gets upset about. Amen.” She jumped up and then crinkled her face in thought before abruptly plopping back down to her knees. Squeezing he...

Jack sat on his porch, bundled in an old, malodourous duvet he had dragged from the dusty attic. Christmas had been two days ago, he supposed everyone was sleeping off their excesses. He needed this quiet emptiness. Something to absorb the noise in his head. Enormous snowflakes the size of a child’s fist floated and flittered through the chilled air. Under the weak cones of the streetlights the flakes looked like dancing...