Just thought I`d submit something to this contest.... So, here it is. And I wanna know why my computer is refusing to let me use that one key...grrrr.
The First Snowflake
Why didn’t it snow already? Mira had been wondering that for the past few days. Why the hell didn’t it? Last year, and the year before that, it had already snowed for the first time two or three years before the date they had now. Not that she was waiting for it to happen, no, she just happened to sit at her window watching the sky. Sometimes, she thought she was the only one among all her peers who was still waiting for the first snow so anxiously. All the others had changed their opinion when they had exchanged their sleighs for cars. And now, who’d want snow if all it did was create a slicky mud on the street and made you drive slower? Except for Mira, of course. She just couldn’t understand that way of thinking at all. Yeah, driving might be harder with ten centimeters of freshly fallen snow on the road, granted, but why could they all not see that it was worth it? The magic of falling snowflakes, the dance of millions of delicate little stars? Sometimes Mira felt there was no one on this planet above the age of ten who understood her way of thinking. Except there was Leo had always been kind of a loner, not concerned with any of the “cool” stuff the other boys in his grade had liked. Cigarettes, for example. He was actually very glad to have escaped school, where people would call him gay for thinking differently, and meaning it as an insult. Even if it had not been meant that way, it would have been wrong. It could not be, after all the feelings he’d had for girls so far, ever since he had been twelve. Most times for girls who would not even look at him and rather date the “cool guys”, unfortunately. Now, he was at university, had moved away from the city he’d gone to school in, and rented a flat in a much smaller town, which was exactly where he was sitting at the moment while all these thoughts were going through his head. It hadn’t snowed yet. Outside, families were putting up Christmas decorations by their front doors. Advent was coming. And yet there was no snow outside, no matter how hard he looked and wished for it. That’s when he first saw her. The girl at the window across the street from his. She was looking out of the window longingly, just as he thought he was. Could it be that she was looking for the same thing? Impossible. A girl as beautiful as her was most certainly not waiting for the first snow. She was more likely waiting for her boyfriend who was – unlike him – very sexy, very cool, and with enough money to buy a grand car and take her out to fancy places. Mira suddenly noticed the boy across the street. She had had the feeling of being watched for several minutes, when she finally found him. The source of that feeling. And, as soon as she looked back at him and their eyes met, she had another very strong feeling within seconds. But when he noticed she was trying to catch his eyes again, he quickly averted them. Of course he had not been watching her. He had probably stared into space. Pity, he was really cute, dark curls falling almost over his eyes. With a sigh, Mira turned away from the window. But the next day, he was there again. Looking over at her. Mira was putting up Christmas lights around her window when she realized that there was a pattern to his behavior. Whenever she’d look over, he’d quickly look away, blushing ever so slightly. So maybe he was watching her, and just too shy to show it. That was when the idea struck her. If he was sitting there, looking outside – maybe he was also looking for snow and had only spotted her by chance. Or because it was fate, she tought, then told herself off for thinking such stupid things. And she decided to dare something she’d never done before… She took out her note book, writing the name of an internet messenger and her username on it, took her jacket and then went out. She crossed the street, stopping at the letterboxes. Now which one would be his? Having grown up here, she knew most of the people and could rule out many of the inhabitants. The only two unknown names were Leo Minski and Tommi Lin-Cheng. She eliminated the second name from her list of possibilities, threw the note into the mailbox, then turned around and literally ran back to her own house. Leo had been so shocked when he saw that the girl across the street was coming over towards him, that he could not move away from the window. She probably had enough of him watching her and had come to tell him off. Oh my God, he thought, she thinks I am one of these mad stalkers….But no, she just meddled with the letterboxes for a minute before walking back again. Now he was really curious. He went down, checking his letterbox and – found a small note inside. He ran back up the stairs, and for the first time in days, removed his chair from the window and sat down at his computer. And he realized, searching for her, that she was online as well. He paused for a minute before starting to write a message. Mira had sat there, staring at the screen, for several minutes already. He wouldn’t write, she thought. I probably threw my note into the wrong mailbox, anyway, and some 50-year-old’s jealous wife will find it and burn it. That was when the message popped up on her screen. He (if that was him) had given himself the weird screenname of SecretBoy. Probably not the most creative name since the internet was invented, but way better than most other idiots in chatrooms and messengers, who called themselves something like Casanova69. They wrote messages to each other, and finally, Mira asked the question that had been on her mind all the time, and asked why he had been looking at her…and the answer, incredible as it seemed. He had not been looking for anything else than she had been. He had also been looking for snow. Over the next few weeks, they discovered more and more things they had in common. They spent more and more time together, no longer chatting, but meeting and spending time together. Only a few days were left until Christmas, and they were listening to music in Mira’s room, when they first kissed. Which was why, despite all their waiting and watching, neither of them really saw the first snowflake of that winter, which was falling precisely that moment.
oh how cute!!!! and i am waiting for snow as well...i thought it would be nice to wake up in the morning and find the world covered with white powder... and i also could sit on the window for ages...!!! listening to "winterkinder" *g*
Yeah! Winterkinder is cool, and Rolf Zuckowski rocks anyway. Me too, I am checking weather reports, like, five times a day. I LOVE snow. Except maybe around easter, like the year before last, that's just weird. Actually, I made this really crappy video last year, filming snow and cutting it together. As soon as it snows, I'll do a better one ...
well that is a great idea!!! i should do that as well!!! i watch skijumping at the moment..and even in norway, lillehammer there is nooooooo snow!!! unbelieveable!!
ohhhhhh, this is such a cute story!!!!!! i LOVE it! some people would call it "kitschig" but this is exactly what i need in a time like this. wonderful!
It wasn't supposed to be anything but "kitschig"... I simply love writing stories too sweet to bear...which was probably the reason why no one liked my alternate ending to Matrix Revolutions - you cannot end an action movie with riding into the sunset
who doesn't? especially if it doesn't snow??? i visited the weihnachtsmarkt yesterday and it wasn't a real weihnachtsmarkt because it wasn't cold enough and there was no snow...so we all need some "kitsch" *g*
7.00 am. Kate, wife of a German businessman and mother of three children, looked at her watch. It was the 24th of December. Christmas Eve. Kate and Peter had decided to have a German Christmas and to give presents that evening. Well, in fact, her husband had decided because he missed Germany and German traditions. They had planned to put up the Christmas tree that morning and to have a relaxed time of waiting until the evening. “Relaxed,” Kate thought und laughed. She turned round and decided to stay in bed for another hour. 7.30 am. Billy, a six-year-old boy, opened the door and tiptoed carefully to his parents’ bed. He crawled between his father and his mother and then, all of a sudden, shouted: “Merry Christmas!” Kate and Peter nearly fell out of bed. “Oh, Billy! Why don’t you try to sleep another hour? It’s only 7.30.” Peter asked his son. “No, I don’t want to go to bed! I want to decorate the Christmas tree!” After a short discussion about the question of going to bed again, Kate decided to get up and make breakfast. Billy was delighted and went to wake his sisters, Sandy and Cindy. Although Kate tried very hard to hold him back, he escaped her hold and hurried into the twins’ room. “It’s only 8 o’clock and the whole family is up! Awful!” Kate thought. “What a beginning! A relaxed Christmas! Ha!” They were having breakfast together, when the telephone rang. Peter went to answer it. When he came back, he looked worried. “I’m afraid I have to leave. My office just called. There are difficulties with the Chinese offer…” “You’re kidding!” Kate replied angrily. “It’s Christmas! You must put up the tree and you just cannot leave me here with three little children who are crazy about decorating the tree!” “Darling, I have to. This is really important. If the Chinese decide to cancel their offer,…” Peter was already half-gone. Kate watched him desperately. “Fine,” she thought. “All by myself again.” Then she asked the children to wave good-bye to Daddy and left the room to change clothes. At 10.00 am Kate was covered with sweat. She had finally managed to put up that stupid Christmas tree and her children were busy like bees, singing Christmas songs and decorating the tree with little angels and stars and other tiny stuff. Suddenly Cindy screamed and started to cry: “Billy has pulled my hair!” “Billy, why have you hurt your sister?” “I don’t know!” “Then go to your room and think about it. You may come back if you want to say sorry.” Now Billy himself started to cry, too, but rushed to his room. Meanwhile, the twins had begun to take the little angels to pieces, so Kate placed them in front of the TV to gain time to finish the Christmas decoration on her own. While she was hanging up the last bits of decoration, Kate thought about her husband. Why was he always gone, when she needed him most? He only cared about work. Kate started to get angry. Christmas! Relaxed! He had no idea! She packed away the last packages and put the presents under the tree. 11.30 am. Time for the last preparations. Kate locked the door so that the children, curious as they were, couldn’t step in. All of a sudden she noticed the remarkable silence in the house. She was afraid something had happened to her children. She rushed to the living-room to look after the twins. When she opened the door of the living-room, they were sitting in front of the TV, their brother between Cindy and Sandy, watching a Christmas film in perfect harmony. Kate smiled to herself and shut the door as slowly as possible and went to the kitchen to make a cake and to prepare the meal for the evening, still smiling. She wished Peter had seen them. Her anger was gone. In fact, she missed him. When Peter arrived at 4 o’clock in the afternoon, his whole family was in the living-room, reading books. He smiled and kissed everyone. “Hey, you’re back again!” Kate said with a loving smile. “How are you all?” he wanted to know. “Oh, after some trouble, we are fine again!” Kate remarked. “Is the Christmas room ready? Have you made all preparations?” Peter asked his wife. “Yes, Mommy, everything is prepared.” Kate answered ironically. “The room is prepared, the meal is in the oven and we only have to switch it on.” “You’re great, Kate. I don’t know how I could go on without you.” Peter said seriously. They looked at each other. A thought popped up in Kate’s mind. “Christmas isn’t so bad at all!” Finally, it was 6 o’clock. The whole family sat together and had a wonderful meal. All of them were happy, but the children couldn’t wait a minute longer. They were so excited about getting presents that they couldn’t sit still. “Well,” Kate said after they had finished eating, “I think I should go and have a look whether the presents are already there.” She went into the room and switched on the lights of the Christmas tree. She rang a little bell and the children ran into the room, stopping surprisedly in front of the bright Christmas tree. Their mouths stood open with amazement. “What about singing a Christmas song?” Peter asked and went to the piano. He touched the keys and the first chords of Silent Night filled the room. Kate and the children sang along. Even the children tried to sing although they knew neither the words nor the melody. After the song the children unpacked their presents and looked very glad. Peter took lots of photos. When the children had finished and played with their new toys, Peter went to Kate, searching something in his pockets. He took out a little packet and gave it to Kate. She unpacked it and found a small ring in it, fitting her perfectly. She smiled at her husband and thanked him. He hugged her and told her: “This is for all the patience you have, when I have to leave you alone. For all the patience and love you show for me and our children.” He sat next to her on the sofa and took her in his arms. While she was looking at the children and feeling warm and secure in her husband’s arms, she thought: “No, Christmas is not bad at all!”
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