3. Pure Snow – Sasaki Yuko
The snow was falling heavily from the skies. Her grandmother had told her the story of the snow princess when she was a child: how the snow was the snow princess’s tears and how she wept for mankind.
Darlene Yang pressed a hand against her stomach. It hurt. The lifeless womb seared her from inside. It mocked her. From afar she heard the door slam. He’d packed his bags and gone. He couldn’t stand a barren wife.
The snow was falling heavily into her hair. It felt like another mockery.
How could something so pure be able to touch her?
She wept bitter tears. He wasn’t coming back.
The snow was her only companion. The snow princess cried for her, when she stopped being able to cry for herself.
Copyright C.R.M. Nilsson 2010
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