Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
She’s tiny under her fuzzy red hat and scarf. She’s come out into the chilly weather to inspect her sidewalk. She steps like she’s on a high wire, one foot carefully placed ahead of her. The days are so sunny that the snow and ice melt into a soft slush. Yet, by the afternoon the water freezes in the slightest bit of shade. It’s deceptively sunny, in fact, but a winter with sunshine isn’t so terribly bad. Small stuffed animals line the ledges of her windows; she likes snowmen, fake flowers, and family portraits. She is taking small steps to get to a trash can full of salt. It seems a delightful task as she casts the small white pieces along her walkway. She sows the salt like a child with confetti, smiling to herself as she moves mindfully back indoors. –Vermont