Every winter, the first snowfall reminds Violet of her husband. She remembers the phone call, the accident – pulling up to the scene. But then she sees his smile, hears his voice – gets engulfed in his arms.
“I love you, honey,” she whispers into the cold.
The wind swirls in response.
Thank you for reading “First Snowfall”. If you enjoyed it, here’s “William”, another fifty-word story I wrote around two years ago.
Does snow stir up any memories for you? Do you love it, hate it, or fall somewhere in between? I’d love to hear from you.
Fifties by the Fire
We’ve been having some great turnouts for our fifty-word stories. Thanks so much to everyone who has stopped by the fire to read and write together. It’s been a lot of fun seeing new faces, and seeing those of you who keep coming back!
I’m going to switch the timing for our next round and final meet-up for December. Our next “fire” will be held this Friday, December 16th at 7:00 AM EST.
Prompt: Write a fifty-word story set in a wintery pub. For an extra challenge, make a brief reference to a Christmas song or lyric.
Same guidelines as always!
Have a great week.
I grew up on 5 acres of land in the middle of nowhere. We got more than our fair share of snow, but as a kid it was awesome. I would play in the snow with my sisters for hours. We also had really good sledding hills, so that was always a highlight for us!
Tremendous last line!