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He sat atop a hill near the town, looking it over in the way he had. It wasn’t quite a sneer, but most folks would say it was. He was watching the soft white tufts as they floated quietly down on the burg, blanketing it. It was a light falling, building up only about 1/8 inch an hour or so. He smiled quietly to himself, the sneer growing more pronounced. It etched into his long face.
“Yep. Soft white beautiful flakes. So innocent. Let’s see what they think of it in about 90 days!” He laughed. “Gotta live up to my name!”
Word Count: 100
Photo Credit to Sarah Potter for this week’s Friday Fictioneers.
*Unfortunately, I missed this one. So, here it is, late, but still…
Namaste,
Scott
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Living in Quebec, snow don’t scare me none! 😉
However, your calculations above on the comment to Sarah would definitely make me shudder. Those days of massive snow storms seem behind us. *Seem*
We did have one back in ’72 where we could climb onto the roof of the house… fond memories. Don’t know that I’d appreciate it quite as much today!
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I imagine upper New York state agrees.
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They might…
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Fortunately for me, Mr Frost didn’t manage more than a few hours of snowflakes in my neighbourhood! I took that photo from outside my front door at around 11 pm, but most of it had melted 12 hours later. I think that 90 days of snow would grind the UK to a halt, as none of us (especially those down south) are used to dealing with heavy snowfall. In fact, we’ve hardly had more than a dusting of it for the last 3 years, so I reckon it’s probably due this year. Thanks for reminding me of Mr Frost’s existence 😉
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I figured 90 x 24 x 0.125 is about 270 inches or 12feet and a bit. That much drops places, but prolly not where the story is….
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The deepest snow I’ve ever seen in SE England was in the blizzards of the winter of 1962-63. Only being a child then, I seem to remember it coming up to the top of my legs. I also remember my father building a functional igloo in our garden, which was really exciting. The icicles hanging from our window ledges were about a foot long and Jack Frost covered our upstairs windows with pretty patterns (such artwork a plus of not having heated bedrooms — or I saw it as a plus in those days!).
PS I think Hurricane Ophelia is about to hit us in the next few hours. It has been unnaturally warm today and now our sky has turned orange, due to Iberian dust trapped by the approaching cold front. It looks very eerie out of my window just now!
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Sounds a bit scary and not-safe! Take care. I remember what was, the biggest snow storm I remember when I was in high school, maybe ’72. The snow was Feet deep and we were off, I believe, about 2 weeks. I had 3 friends who walked 3 miles through it to visit me for the afternoon. Then, the blizzard of ’78 when I was in college in Indianapolis and no college for 2 weeks and the cafeteria kept us all fed. We just didn’t know what we were going to have. I remember walking with my then-girlfriend to Dairy Queen to order a “Blizzard”. They called us crazy for coming to an ice cream place in a blizzard. I called them nuts for being open.
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Dear Scott,
I didn’t care much for Mr. Frost while I was working. Now that I’m retired and don’t have to make the 50 mile round trip every day, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. 😉 Cute story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Cute horror? I like that genre!
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Sort of like murderous clowns. 😉
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Oh, I thought about that one. Needed too many words!!! lol
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