Snow Doesn't Discriminate
Snow Micro Challenge Entry
As the snow fell hard and the wind blew, Lorna lay there, motionless, as naked as the day she was born. Though, older, wrinklier and with more sagging than she'd care to admit to anyone. Not that that mattered anymore. As she lay motionless and the snow covered her, encasing her body, her pale skinned modesty was quickly protected. It didn't take long to cover her 5 foot frame.
The snow hides everything. Even the body of a barmaid in a two-bit town in the unforgiving throes of a snowstorm.
Lorna was a nobody. She had just been fired and was drowning her sorrows when he found her. When he took pity on her and wanted to cheer her up.
His version of cheering her up, it transpires was to get her smashed on Tequila and then to take her back to his little cottage just outside of town. All she really remembered was his smile. He seemed so harmless, as he took her and used her and then disposed of her like she was another piece of trash.
He knew she would not be missed. He knew that when he dumped her on the edge of town in a snowstorm, that it would be days before her body would be discovered. Who cares about some mouthy barmaid that never really fit in with the locals?
The snow didn't care. The snow didn't discriminate. It welcomed her into its frozen embrace and encased her body. She was just a nobody.
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Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
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Such a sad read, but sounding too familiar:/. I liked your last few sentences and even though an awful thing has happened, the snow embracing contrasts nicely with the terrible way she was treated.
I had hope until the end. Nature, and man, are cruel beasts.
Disturbing, thought provoking story. The harshness of nature and cruelty of man, one does not discriminate and the other does. Wonderful and visceral writing. Really well-done!
I love that you took the personification of snow in an unexpected direction and made me realize how true your title is. You did this brilliantly, which, of course is no surprise, but certainly worth mentioning. Well done!
Such a sad story!
Lorna is a name that I've always loved! How dare that SOB do that to her? I demand justice for Lorna! She doesn't have to survive but I want to see him get what he deserves if not more! Loved your story!
Oh no, not Carla Tortelli! Sadly, this is the sort of thing that likely happens far more frequently than we'd like to admit, though usually the stories are swallowed in fear & shame rather than snow.
You gave me chills! That is how my parents thought I'd be found_ naked in a ditch. This was short and sour and spoke volumes.
Fantastic writing. Such a captivating story.
They always do seems so harmless. This is, excuse the pun, chilling Paul. Really well written 🤍
Whoah! So intense! Great writing, Paul 🙂
Oh no, poor Lorna 😣
Until it melted... Part 2, right?
Paul, you’re giving me goosebumps! I wonder how the snow feels about situations like this. You could write this from Snow’s perspective. It has a Death persona here that’s really intriguing.
Somehow, I thought there was still hope, but the end made me realise I'd been wrong all along, and that's where the horror lay.
You are very consistent with you story of Horror. Can you imagine if you added a little action where he was chasing her through the woods in the snow into her death. My heart will be bumping to just wonder if he would catcher her or not …