Ficlets

The three children stood, shivering. The oldest, Scarlett, took the hands of her two younger siblings. It was the first snow of winter.

“Scar,” the little boy asked. “What is this?”

“Snow,” his sister replied, looking down at him kindly. The boy looked in astonishment at the falling glitter around him. It was sticking to his coat, his hair- everything.

“I hate snow,” the blonde girl mumbled. “I can’t wait for spring.”

“Well, you haven’t given it a try,”Scarlett said. She then bend down, patted a ball of snow in her hands, and threw it at her.