miniWORDS 2007

Winner
2nd Place
3rd Place
Highly Commended
Commended

Jennifer Moore
Devon
UK

Snowdrops

This morning the sun came trickling through the branches like laughter. Light and warmth rippled across the bare soil, breathing fresh life into cold forgotten places. You felt it too. You held up your blue-numb fingers to the light and you smiled.

The bulbs you planted last autumn have been waiting, dormant, through the crystalline chill of winter - tiny clusters of life lurking beneath the surface, stretching out their fresh roots like fragile white fingers. You always did like flowers. Said they brightened up the place. All winter you have tended and watered. Day after day you watered, until your eyes grew red and hollow and there were no more tears to cry. I should have bought you flowers more often. I liked the way they brightened up your face.

This morning your eyes were bright and dewy. This morning there were snowdrops on my grave.

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