The First Snow
They were looking at the snow-covered tree; the old man had a wistful look and child had a curious look.
‘Grandpa, it’s just amazing, this snow. I wish I had come here earlier.’
The old man looked at the child, almost bewitched. How could the child say the same words? The child looked at his grandpa and smiled. He even smiles like her, the old man thought.
It was almost fifty years back when they had come to this place. She had never been to the mountains and the first snow had mesmerized her.
‘It’s just amazing, this snow; I wish I had come here earlier.’ She smiled; he felt an imperceptible squeeze on his hand.
The child tugged at the grandpa’s sleeve; the old man came out of his reverie. He felt sad for her; the child would have made her ecstatic.
A post for Sunday Photo Fiction
Word count 143