Flash fiction – The Bleeding Snowflake

In an attempt to take my mind off Lolita (Oh, Lolita! I feel sorry for you, poor corrupt child, but more on that in another post) I went over to terribleminds and found a new flash fiction challenge – the random title. Now I bent the rules a little and took my pick of the words given and came up with this title. Maybe it’s because December is here, and it’s hot, and today I saw a plastic Christmas tree, and it made me remember snowflakes. And maybe it’s because I do miss winter just a little bit, not too much, and in writing this I conjured up for a moment the feeling of holding a tiny snowflake in my hand.

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In the great space that was the quiet night, the clouds gathered. They rumbled and grumbled and shook their great bulk. Then it was decided.

As with every year, this was not easy, the violent and suave separation, the letting go of the great whiteness only to be swept with the others, buried, dead, forgotten. What was it that made them fall year after year? And still, it must be done. The clouds were full and soon they would let their children fall and watch them float away from their great bulk and they would be burdened with sadness while their bellies became lighter and lighter, until they could float again, instead of being anchored towards the earth, forced to relinquish their treasure, their sweet, soft darlings who would float into the void below.

At the appointed time they stood dispersed across the great sunless sky and began to shake. The snowflakes fell with a great silent roar, leaving deep white wounds in the great clouds. And they continued their journey, swirled around by the melancholy breeze, their life but a glimpse, a whisper of white flurries, going to their doom. And one of them would be caught by tiny hands and marveled at and then squeezed, bleeding through tiny fingers that would remember its iciness for one brief second.

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6 Responses to Flash fiction – The Bleeding Snowflake

  1. Superb piece of writing Delia.

    I am not sure if you intended this or not, but I get the sense that there is a lot underlying the actual words. It makes one want to spend time rereading and searching for interpretations.

    This flash fiction challenges seem so interesting and fun. If I ever get a little more time I really want to try one.

    • Delia says:

      Hi Brian,
      It was a great pleasure to write this, even if the subject matter is not that cheerful. I didn’t intend to write something that can be interpreted but this is what came out and only after it was finished I saw it. The mind plays some wonderful tricks sometimes.
      I wonder what you see in it.
      These flash fiction challenges are really great, the greatest part being that they’re short and gives one the satisfaction of having completed something. After NaNoWriMo I really needed that.
      It would be nice to read one of yours sometimes.

  2. Vishy says:

    Beautiful story, Delia! I loved this sentence – “their life but a glimpse, a whisper of white flurries, going to their doom” – and this one – “And one of them would be caught by tiny hands and marveled at and then squeezed, bleeding through tiny fingers that would remember its iciness for one brief second” – so beautiful.

    Thanks for sharing.

  3. AJ Bauers says:

    This was a beautiful piece, the last line especially. Even though we had 1500 words for this challenge, I think you choose the perfect length that matched the tone of your piece. It also made me wonder how clouds would feel at other times of year in this piece – rain, fog, tornadoes. Thanks for sharing!

    • Delia says:

      Hi AJ,
      I loved that last line. I think maybe it’s been in my head before I even started.
      Sometimes those flash fiction challenges are too short but in this case there was no need for so many words to say what I wanted to say.
      I never thought about the rain, fog, tornadoes, now that’s interesting!
      Thanks for your visit and for the comment.

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