The Snowman Who Came In From The Cold

The villagers watched him leave with tears in their eyes.

No one knew where he had come from, but a snow-globe had crashed in their tiny village a month ago, and he had crawled out. whimpering, broken, and bruised.

The community had adopted him as their own, and named him Snowden. They didn’t even think of reporting his arrival to the authorities, for they knew that he would be taken away, something that they now couldn’t even bear to think about.

He played with their children, he helped the women with their household chores, joined the men in their evening tipple in the pub.

He was now an integral part of their community, a part of their family, a part of their hearts.

And then, the first snowfall happened.

All the kids were playing in the snow, building snowmen, their laughter breaking the lazy stillness of the afternoon, when suddenly, there was silence.

Someone ventured out to investigate, and then, a scream shattered the silence.

The villagers watched him leave with tears in their eyes, for they hoped that the authorities would be able to compel him to convert the 22 snowmen in the village park back into their kids again.

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200 words.

Written as a part of Sunday Photo Fiction, hosted by Al Forbes. The challenge was to write a story of 200 words or less based on the photo prompt given above. For more details visit HERE.

To read more stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

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