Snow

I found her sitting alone in the gentle snowfall, facing away. She wore a white woolen cap below which her black hair hung carelessly, speckled with tiny particles of snow. I could hear her muffled sobs in the silence.

Unable to find my words, I sat down beside her. She wiped a tear and held out a mittened hand. A snowflake landed softly on the wool and I watched it melt into the warmth.

Why is everything beautiful so fragile?

#7dayswritingchallenge

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Note: This is my first post for the 7 Days Writing Challenge by our college’s Literary Club.