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maldita
The world was at an end,
and we had but a few minutes left.
The news and skies were rife of a prophecy most nearly fulfilled. A cold will come upon us, it has been said, so frigid and far-reaching that the rivers and seas would still themselves, the trees would be stripped of green, and for the bears, a sleep unending.
Our summer had been draped by thick clouds and a dread thicker as the first flakes of snow fell across the beach outside our windows. The palm trees stood in temperatures unfamiliar and the island was rank with fear. There was a panic that of a fly fish caught in a net; a fish without escape.
Some prayed and some stole. Some spoke to each other of what they long should have told. Some stayed at home, they knew there was no place they could go, and they knew there was nothing they could do. They were fly fish, they knew.
But, of course, six-year olds know less than little of the business of fisher folk. So we went outside, held hands, and made ourselves a snow-and-sand castle.
We then held hands for forever, and our smiles did not end.
We had never seen snow before.
words by Patrick Maus Vinalay
