Saturday, December 27, 2014

The last snowman

Henry compacted the snow then rolled it across the slope, the ball gathering size.  Satisfied it was the right size he hefted it up and placed it on top of a larger ball.  Next he jammed two twigs into the lower ball, two pebbles and a carrot into the top one.  He stood back and admired his work, gasping for breath.  He was too old for this, but he’d been determined to make what he’d always imagined.  He let his eyes unfocus and watched the children and grandchildren he’d never had play in the snow and smiled ruefully to himself.



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

3 comments:

Margot Kinberg said...

Oh, there's a lot in this story, Rob - well done.

TracyK said...

A very nice story for the end of the year, Rob. Have a happy new year....

Rob Kitchin said...

Hi Tracy, thanks. I hope you have a great new year as well, Rob