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New Fallen Snow

by That Grrl

A snowflake fell past the window, softly, like a teardrop. Beyond her dark silhouette, reflected on the window, the motel room was quiet. The man on the bed, silent, like the snow. Only the good die young; she could expect to live a very long time. Outside the snow flew past the window, faster, becoming a blizzard. She picked up her coat and left, a fire breathing dragon disappearing into the snow.

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That Grrl, a Canadian rural explorer, writes less than she'd like to. She blogs to make it up to herself.

2 comments:

Joe said...

Wow, what a great story and great imagery and metaphor for her going out, braving it alone in the frozen landscape.

Leatherdykeuk said...

What a super piece. I love the last, lingering image.