Literally Stories 2nd Anniversary

Snowflakes by Louisa Campbell

It was Christmas the first time they made love; he said it felt like coming home. He bought her a silver bracelet with a chunky heart charm.

They became inseparable. Within months, he’d moved in. She was good for him; they noticed the new positivity at work. He was good for her; she started writing again. That Christmas, he bought her a little silver typewriter charm.

The next was a white Christmas. The snowflakes arrived like the cavalry in their trillions ‘Each one is different, you know’, caressing their street so that, instead of the patchwork tarmac road and narrow rickety pavements, there was a soft, still river of glitter. No one could move their cars. Oh, the velvety peace! Silence, like that Christmas carol. Shoulders relaxed, everyone beamed, drank the clear air into their lungs and just breathed. The roads belonged to the people again ‘You can walk in the middle of the A21!’. He couldn’t drive to work. Without a word, they both ran, slippily into the middle of the street in their black wellies, flump-scrunch, flump-scrunch. Then they span, with their arms outstretched, him in his navy wool work coat, her in her emerald green duffle. She said, ‘This is as free as flying…’ and he understood. That Christmas, he gave her a pair of silver filigree snowflake charms.

The following Christmas it didn’t snow. He’d been promoted and he bought her house from the landlord for them. That year she had a perfect little silver house charm.

The year after, he gave her driving lessons and a racing car charm, ‘Because it’s time you learnt’.

The next year, it must have snowed first, but she only remembered the ice; snow compacted, beaten down to glass.  The pavements were suffocated; no-cigar scratch cards and empty fag packets encapsulated like long-dead creatures in amber. The people complained the council hadn’t gritted the pavements  ‘And the council tax is extortionate’. She had to try and steady herself holding walls, railings; mittens sodden, fingers ice-bitten. She could no longer trust her legs; her feet sliding away from beneath her, trying not to look a fool and wondering, did she feel this much fear every time she fell as a child? That Christmas he’d been promoted again. He bought her a little silver pound sign ‘Sterling silver sterling, see? I can play with words, too!’

They argued over a dog. She wanted paws in the house, eager eyes, something to cuddle. He saw picking up poo and having to drag out to the park in the cold. That Christmas, it was a silver dachsund charm ‘And that’s the only bloody dog you’re getting’.

The following year she had a little silver high-heeled shoe. She didn’t wear high-heeled shoes. His secretary must have chosen it. That was the last charm.

The solicitor said she could not have the car, but she could have the house, the typewriter and the dog. The heart was mangled anyway. All she really wanted was the snowflakes.

 

Louisa Campbell

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11 thoughts on “Literally Stories 2nd Anniversary

  1. I like this because of its lilt; the construction is as simple as a child’s story, which is always the best way to convey complex adult emotions in the shortest possible space. This sounds easy to do until you try to do it.
    L.A.
    P.S.:
    Happy birthday L.S. I know we won’t hit our “terrible twos” the same way that little bast—I mean, bundle of joy who lives next door has. Oh, what an irritating little fuc–I mean, ingratiating little funster, he is. If someone out there could invent time travel, I’d insert “it’s” mother into a chastity belt and send her back no less than two years and nine months.

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  2. Louisa, your sparkling story is perfect to celebrate this joyous second anniversary. It was a study in silver, but your talent is golden and I can’t wait to read many more. Best wishes, June

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  3. Thank you, everyone! This website’s brilliant: Excellent stories to enjoy reading, and then when you write one, people write really lovely encouraging stuff underneath! Yippee for Literally Stories and may this be the first of many, many more to come.

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  4. Hi Louisa,
    I love the build up, the hope, the romance and then the crushing reality!
    This is a very skilled and cynical piece of writing.
    Welcome to the site and I hope you have more for us very soon.
    Hugh

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    • Thank you, Hugh! Delicious cynicism, eh? Tee hee! I am loving this site already. All the positive comments make me feel like writing another story…. [grabs notebook…]

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