“Don't drop
the ball.”
Atlas*
#quote
If up was down
and left became right what would a cherry turnover look like? Anyway
onto the flash fiction!
The Stubborn
Snowman
The children
built Chillo the snowman like any other in the middle of the woods,
but forgot him like any other when the game of building a snowman was
done. The woods filled with snowmen by winters end. Heat came and the
snow started melting. The usual cycle for water. Live the lives as
clouds, rain, hail, snow, fog or even the little beads of sweat on a
cup. All whatever nature demanded would be your reincarnation. That's
how the spirits in water lived their experiences over time.
The spirits
traveling inside the water that made up Chillo formed an interesting
bond. By chance a rebellious set of spirits became a singular snowman
and began to mingle and talk. They wanted to break the rules and try
something new.
So against all
logic when winter came to an end Chillo did not melt. The heat grew
hotter and hotter and the snowman defied physics and refused to
change shape. The spirits in the water decided they wanted to
experience a summer in a tough, solid form. Not as clouds in the sky.
One day during the hot summer they endured for their unique
experience a near translucent, blue-suited man approached them.
“Greetings
Chillo my dear snowman, and all the spirits within,” Jack Frost
said tipping an ethereal top hat to the snowman. He tapped a cane on
the summer ground freezing it a little. “See how wrong this frost
looks here? That's how you look, just wrong. You can't go against the
rules like this. You're destroying the winters I so carefully create
for everyone.”
Chillo didn't
give into his suggestions, and endured through the heat, even though
the frost he created melted in the harsh heat with ease into a more
comfortable form that they desired.
Jack Frost
smiled and said, “What a hot day it is. I'd love to see a cloud in
the sky. Gently drifting, giving me shade while it didn't have a care
in the world.”
Chillo didn't
give in.
Jack Frost
pointed at the Sun. “Blazingly hot isn't it? You sure are an
awfully strong set of water spirits to keep that form. Why I couldn't
imagine myself keeping a frosty form while that heat pounds on me day
after day.”
Chillo started
to sweat just a little as the water spirits on the outside who took
the brunt of the heat turned from snow to vapor.
Jack Frost
continued smiling. “It's relaxing isn't it? So what if you get to
see a summer from the ground instead of the sky? The sky is better,
more relaxing. Easier. Go along with your friends. You've seen
enough.”
More and more
of Chillo melted away. The weaker water spirits fled to the outside
of the snowman and the head collapsed. Jack Frost talked about the
sky and floating and the heat around them. He never mentioned the
beauty of the meadow around them. Chillo wanted to see the other
three seasons up close as a snowman in this meadow.
Eventually only
half of the bottom of the snowman remained.
Jack Frost
looked at what remained at the snowman with an angry glare. “I've
spent a lot of time on you spirits. I came each day to remind you of
what is the right, proper way for water to live. Yet you remained
here to mock me.”
A cold wind
blew through the air over Chillo, blowing some old yellow leaves with
it. The snow that survived Jack Frost's words through the heat
managed to take their form all the way through spring, summer, fall
and into winter. They'd survived a year.
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