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by Romy
Rated: E · Fiction · Fantasy · #2197589
A winter fantasy about love and caring for others.
North American Copyright
August 6, 2019

You Look Outside Your Window: Ah, it is Snowing Or Is It

Sitting at my kitchen table, looking out the window, drinking a cup of tea on a cold,
overcast January day, I think to myself, It looks like snow again. I'm so tired of the snow.

Holding my empty tea cup, I get up from the table to put the cup in the sink. I take a quick peek out the window, and say out loud, WELL, THERE IT IS AGAIN, SNOW!
However, something appears odd. Moving closer to the window, I notice that what I thought were snowflakes are what appears to be snow globes the size of snowflakes.This certainly is not real. I walk out the kitchen door onto the deck to get nearer the snow globes landing on the deck railing.They do not burst or dissolve. Instead they just teeter totter on the railing.

Looking at the snowflakes carefully, I realize in disbelief that standing individually inside separate snow globe flakes are my Mom, Dad, and other close relatives; all of whom have been deceased for 20 years or more!

Blinking my eyes repeatedly hoping this phenomenon around me is in my imagination, I look cautiously inside the snow globe housing my Mom. I see that her physical appearance is as it was when she and my Dad were in their 70s, good looking and vibrant.The difference, as I gaze at her now, is that she appears to be sad. She is speaking to me, but I cannot hear her. And why is she not with my Dad as a couple in the same snow globe flake? As I search for Dad confined in his globe, I realize I'm getting wet from the falling snow. Why aren't the snow globe flakes not melting as they land on me? I notice that the snow falling on me is indeed snow and not snow globes. Quickly, I run into my condo and grab a coat from the closet and scurry outside to search for Dad. Once again I am on the deck, and this time I see my Aunt in her snow globe on the railing.She looks content and beautiful as I remember her. Her mouth is forming words, and she's pointing in a direction down the deck railing, and I realize she's indicating my Dad. As I'm attempting to understand this bizarre scenario, it becomes more eerie to see my snow globe flake family inhabitants so tiny. At this point Dad sees me, and I him.The sadness showing on his face distresses me. Dad is motioning to my Mom's globe.
Suddenly, it dawns on me that Mom and Dad want to be together in one globe. Being apart is what is causing their suffering.I think, Of course, they were inseparable in life, why should they be separated in death? But how can I remedy the situation?

I warily pick up the globe that encases Mom, hoping the snowflake globe does not melt by my touch, and thankfully, it doesn't. Guardedly, I place it on the railing next to Dad's strange surroundings. And now my parents are facing each other through their snow globes.

My heart is breaking as I look closely and observe teeny tiny drops on their cheeks. No no, I think my parents are crying.Their eyes are beseeching me to help them out of their misery.

Without much thought, I reach for my phone.I ask Google questions about snowflakes and bingo, I find a way to lend a hand to my parents.With the help of Google, I learn that when snowflakes touch each other, they aggregate and become larger. Since it is steadily snowing, the snowflake globes are becoming larger. Pushing the Mom and Dad globes together, they attach and become one icy snow globe flake. Mom and Dad smile at me and mouth the words "we love you." The snowflake is now the size of a snowball and rolls off the railing and falls to the ground.

Unexpectedly the phone rings, and I'm startled from my reverie.How long have I been daydreaming? I think to myself. By the depth of the snowfall on the deck, it looks as if I've been staring out the window for about five minutes.Still holding my empty teacup, I place it in the sink, and attempt to recall my thoughts and the imaginary winter day adventure.

Intermingling reality with fantasy, I'm not disheartened but gratified to know I was instrumental in getting Mom and Dad together in one snowflake.

As I helped them in life, I was able to come to their rescue in their afterlife.


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