The Frightened Little Snowflake

High, high up in the sky, so high that you could barely hear the distant rumble of the jets as they flew across the mighty ocean, hidden above the ozone layer and tucked behind a particularly large strato-cumulus cloud, lived a frightened little snowflake.

“I-I-I-I- I’m not going I’m NOT!” He whimpered. The North Wind puffed out his cheeks, exasperated. “BUT IT’S YOUR JOB!” He bellowed, and somewhere out over central Europe, a handful of migrating geese were blown off course.

“I-I-I-It’s too far! “He wailed. his beautiful shimmering patterns threatening to collapse with his fretting. He was very scared of the North Wind, but the little snowflake still would not jump.

Many , many thousands of feet below, two little girls, Trixie and Bella, were getting tired of stud poker and were about to call it a night. Bella had cleaned Trixie out of her barbie doll collection AND all her vouchers for Krispy Kreme doughnuts. Not that Bella needed any more doughnuts, thought Trixie, crossly, if she got any bigger her parents could claim for two kids.

She desperately wanted to win her stuff back, she had a bad feeling that Santa wouldn’t visit tonight if he knew she’s blown all her stuff on cards. Besides, she always wanted to be Barbie, cos that bitch has everything.

Just then, Bella said “I’ll give you one more chance to win it all back, Trix. All or nothing. I bet that it won’t snow this Christmas Eve!”

Trixie rolled her eyes heavenward. “Like, duh, Bella! It’s so not going to snow tonight and you know it!” Being a kid, Trixie felt a primal urge to accentuate the second word of every sentence in an annoyingly sarcastic manner. Kids, (((through gritted teeth))) don’tcha just love ‘em?

Bella was going into paroxysms of laughter that had set off a judder in her ample frame that wasn’t stopping anytime soon. She went with it, doing a grotesque parody of a Britney Spears number.
“Britney pear-shaped, more like” thought Trixie

“Okaaaay” said Bella. “in the next 30 minutes”.
“But that’s even worse!” shouted Trixie.
“Yup” said Bella coveting her Krispy Kreme vouchers. The girls stood there and pointed their button noses skywards.

Meanwhile the grumpy North Wind had run out of patience. He huffed, and he puffed and with a great whooooosh sent the frightened little snowflake flying out from behind the cloud and plummeting earthwards.
“Bloody ice crystals with a regular atomic structure, they think they’re better than everyone else” he moaned, somewhat improbably.

The little snowflake had other thoughts on his mind. Consumed by terror, he was plummeting thousands of feet earthwards. It was….it was….wait a minute..he wasn’t really plummeting… he began to reason- or would have if he’d had firing synapses and a brain – He was floating!
“OOOH! This is niiice!” he exclaimed, as he twirled and whirled in the air currents. He could see the twinkling of lights below. It must be a big city, he thought. He began to imagine what he would do when he got there, perhaps take in a movie, have a few beers….

The two little girls were still staring up into the night-sky, expectantly.Their little button noses were turning a lovely shade of blue. Bella began stomping her feet impatiently.
“C’mon, I win , it hasn’t snowed!”
“No Bella! there’s another five minutes to go!” protested Trixie.

And that’s when the frightened little snowflake appeared, glistening in the streetlights. He gently floated down and landed right on the end of Trixie’s nose.
“Yay!” shouted Trixie
“Shit.” said Bella
The little snowflake began to plan his night on the town….but then, curiously, he began to feel warm. He looked at his outer extremities and…((gulp)) they were turning into puddles!
Trixie looked down cross-eyed as the little snowflake dissolved on the end of her nose.
“Life’s a bitch, and then you die” she said, grabbing her Barbies and Krispy Kreme vouchers back from a disconsolate but still reassuringly ample Bella.

Copyright Kev Moore December 2008

No snowflakes were harmed during the making of this story. Might’ve whacked a few kids though……

The Frightened Little Snowflake by 


Two little girls make a bet, unaware of the drama unfolding high above them…..

Kev Moore is an English musician, writer, artist and broadcaster living in Spain. He performs worldwide with several chart-topping bands, has a bi-weekly spot on Spain’s BayRadio and writes and provides illustrations and a comic strip for The Sentinella magazine.

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Comments

  • Allegretto
    Allegrettoover 4 years ago

    No spiders or beheadings or pumpikin carvers, oh my, but a dying snowflake? You are too cruel, and too cool.

  • :-) I like to keep my readers guessing!

    – Kev Moore

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