Best Youth Story

best youth story

Frigid Flurry

Zack Lewis

My quivering breaths come out in puffs. Purple icicles I can barely recognize as my fingers pull thin sleeves further over themselves. A blinding flurry of snow relentlessly pours onto my cold husk of a body. I can’t tell if the frozen particles had multiplied beneath me or if I’ve fallen. The ground tilts without warning and I – unsuccessfully – attempt to grab for support. I'm airborne. Fuzzily, I stare at the joyful child that shakes my world. Her exclamations about a snow globe blend into the whirling winds surrounding me. My vision fails, and I’m one with the snow.