Why They Melt

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After terrble sessons of woolgathering, I finally came up with this short piece which displays a conversation between two snowflakes...

Submitted: November 11, 2011

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Submitted: November 11, 2011



An icy blue and bitter cold winter was disappearing. The ultramarine danced with subtle pink variations over the snow, caused by lichens who could not understand the sensual whiteness. The sun started emerging from the horizon. A violent snowstorm struck the mountains last night and added two more layers of frost, like toting up blankets to a shivering body.

The temperature dropped drastically the previous nightfall, but when the first golden rays caved in the sheer frostiness of caverns, it was sure that summer would soon be reciting an elegy. People had run down to the profound vale, after tender white precipitates rolled down from the clouds like a hundred- pound bills of the New Year followed by two blizzards. No one dared to spend the days over the snow-capped mountains since they thought that the wind would carry away flames of the giant bonfire the same way it swept the blue shades from the sky weeks ago, leaving grey overhead like hair of a man catching up numbers. There was silence all over. Icicles began losing their gigantic size, and merged with the rivers that ran under them.

“I think winter is going to end soon,” the first snowflake said. With the little warmth of the earth and sun compiled, the melted snow caught the motion. It eroded the tiny vegetation along with other layers.

Suddenly there was a rustle.

The first snowflake started shivering to gain the fact that warmth had returned mightier than last time. It tightened up the grip of its hand and the second one cried in excruciating pain.

“Be nice!”

“Sorry to arouse you,” the first snowflake apologized. It never meant to disturb anyone else’s sleep. It was just horrible to awaken someone up half way, because you never know about the sleepless hours it spent to keep the place as frozen as it can be. The first one felt sad, really low in spirits. It wore a transparent mask of happiness, so the second snowflake could look directly at the gloomy expressions. It saw tiny edelweiss waking up from a deep sleep, but the scene ended up adding misery. Nothing else.

“Yeah, it’s wrapping up. Sooner than we thought.” Everything around deafened, and it felt that it was only them talking to each other.

They were silent for some time, but certainly not the longest for they knew it would be, when only one of them survived the heat or both got carried away by it. The noiseless aura followed a creepy feeling and the first snowflake could not help, but talk.

“I was happy when winter came. It was the best day of my life,” the first one said.

“I would not regret that,” the second snowflake replied.

“You remember the clouds urging us to turn the place more freezing than dry ice? I think we did that. Look around, it is March and we are still clinging to this crack. It’s just amazing.”

The first snowflake felt blessed, but the radiation of negativity was so effective that this feeling of being the lucky ones did not last long.

“Will you remember me?” the first snowflake asked.

“I have a good memory, better than you, and if you think that I cannot remember a friend who accidently got stuck to the coat of a snow fox, you are wrong,” the second one replied as soon as its friend completed the question.

“You know what happens when summers arrive. We all die,” the first snowflake’s regret grew with every pinch of increasing temperature. It could see the lithosphere, and this probably wasn’t a good indication.

“We spent a lot days smiling, and I think they were my happiest ones. Earlier, I was just a dark semi iced up piece, so no one preferred me. I longed for a touch that would turn me like them. Beautifully freezing. But they mocked saying that I brought a big disgrace to ice. I lived on a tree, and then the story goes on. You know it, right?” the second flake asked.

“Of course, dear flake, how couldn’t I? You lived at the top of an old alpine tree, as soon as a gentle air got me beside you. That’s when we came in contact and were stuck to each other. Remember how we escaped after we accidently went into the chimney? It was the scariest moment, but the funniest one too. You should have looked at your face, ha!” the second flake gave a slight laugh, though it was not the most ridiculous moment of their lives, still they could giggle at it. Warmth, as they called it, “I live that moment over and over again.”

There was a wide cobalt blue sky, staring and smiling at them. Noon approached so early, and they didn’t even notice it. The hoarfrost died, but fortunately, they did not reach that point so early. There was a lot more to discuss on.

“Where do we go when we die?” the second flake asked.

“No one knows. I asked some droplets about it, but even they are unaware of what happens after they get clustered together and get exposed to cold. I think of them as imposters who know everything, but are reluctant to open their mouths, as if we would gain something,” the first snowflake replied, but it did not finish, “What do you think happens after we die?”

“No one knows. Have you got the answer?” the second snowflake reversed the question to its friend.

“We become lovely precious stones which humans would sell in the markets and earn money. They will never know that the stuffs they are picking up from the earth, is one of the many things from which they escaped to save their warm life,” the first snowflake replied, taking pride over itself.

“I thought we become them, the droplets!” the second snowflake replied. It pointed out to the river formed from melted glacier.

“Don’t talk stupid! How could we ever become water? They are mean, unlike us,” the first snowflake snapped. It had always ostracized droplets for the fact that they got chances to travel places. Snowflakes get submitted to one place for most of the time.

“Yeah, you’re right. I was such a fool to imagine this,” the second snowflake answered. It felt so dumb in front of its intelligent friend. It bowed down in respect.

“Did you ever fantasize about sticking to the leaves of a Christmas tree?” the first snowflake asked.

“A lot of times!” the second one exclaimed, “I was about to reach at the top, once, but winds never made me fulfill the wish, and now, I’m here, bidding a farewell. I’ll always carry a deep regret.”

“I hate when air moves. I don’t find it wise to migrate from high pressure to low pressure. It sounds silly,” the first snowflake supported his friend more than it could support his heavy organs.

“May I ask a question if you please?” the second snowflake interrogated.

“Of course, you can. Don’t ask me for such things; say what your heart likes.”

The second snowflake looked hard at its friend as his face was becoming a rink where sad emotions grappled with each other. His face never nominated a happy feeling because it knew that sadness would dot it so hard, that elation would never get up again. Ever.

“What will you do if I die before?” it asked.

“Stupid, sun knows that I will follow you everywhere, so it would shine harder,” the first snowflake replied with sheer simplicity.

“What if it doesn’t?”

“Well…” it thought for a moment, “Take me wherever you go, and you make sure that we buy a one way ticket to the North Pole.”

“For sure.”

Trees got their costumes back and the ground wasn’t bald anymore. A truck went by the road, leaving behind a woman waving at its driver. Smoke from the goods’ train, made an old man cough with a throat drenched in phlegm. There wasn’t anything burning at the fireplace, nor any hint of fuzzy quilts or smocks, no more quivering with snow or boiling hot supper. Flies went on their speedy flight, but got stuck to the windows and took their last breath.

Everything was over. Summer had arrived.

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