Thermophobic Snowman (story + image)

His nightmare recurred in frightful visions of liquidity, the fateful thaw that began with seemingly innocuous beams of sunlight and ended in slush.

The wind returned, and it passed over him like a much-needed sigh of relief.

For the moment, all was right, and the stars with their tiny spears of light danced harmlessly above the thickening clouds.

The snowman clung to his broom and wished the frigid night could last forever…

The image was created in Photoshop starting with a photo I took of some glass beads. I wrote the text above to accompany the image from the snowman’s dream.