Ominous Snow

The first snowfall was met with a bitter apprehension I couldn’t place. It was innocent enough—pure and white twinkling as it parted with the sky. I observed it by the windowsill holding my warm cocoa and listening to my I-pod. Still, I couldn’t help but feel unsettled by the sudden event. It was too innocuous.

Shivering, I moved to place my drink on the side table beside me only to spill it on the floor. I stared despondently at the slowly spreading liquid as I became aware of the sudden thumping of the snow outside. It grew louder when I bent over to pick up the cup and the sound only grew to a brain-shattering screech that caused me to drop the cup again. Unnerved, I stood up fully and turned around.