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What the Snow Meant To Bury
by Tawny McCarty

The frost climbed the dead grass like a slow, deliberate handwriting, spelling her name along every brittle spine.

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As she carefully examined the frozen seed, every summer it had survived shattered down her wrist in clear, stinging beads. 

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Winter pinned the dead meadow to the earth like evidence, each seed frozen in time like glistening confessions. 

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The field had burned months ago but in the cold every blackened stem bloomed with glass pretending it had survived. 

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By the time the thaw came, the last stalk had heard every secret the snow meant to bury about the one it could never forget.

Fiction © Copyright Tawny McCarty
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