Midnight Snow

This is the first one-page short story from a short story collection I am currently writing.

“Do you know why it doesn`t snow in here?”

Faustina Beck Lopez raised her head. Her hands wrapped around her teacup as she sat in front of a Cafe overlooking a series of dying trees. Opposite her was a boy with a checkered smile. He looked at her and shrugged.

“It`s the sun. It`s too hot for them to come out.”

“What?” He asked barely moving his lips.

“The snow, you silly. When the night was at its coldest, balls of snow emerged from branches of trees. They`re like leaves. At the same time, they`re not. Before dawn, they all drift to the sky. That`s why no one sees them here. Have you?”

His smile stayed the same.

Faustina clasped her hands. “It`s really beautiful. It`s an everyday Christmas with the trees covered in white. Do you want to come tonight?”

The boy fell flat on the table.

“I guess not,” She sipped her tea.

Cardboards don`t make ideal friends.

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[Pat Kipkemoi]

Interesting story. "Cardboards don't make ideal friends." I like that.