After the first snowfall, the people of the town of Icicle had no idea what they were in for. They assumed the snow would melt come spring like every other year. They were wrong. No matter how hot it became, the snow remained and they didn't know what to do. At first they just ignored it, chalking it up to some weird climate occurrence. But then it snowed again next winter, and the snow piled up. This continued season after season until the town itself drowned in snow. No one visits Icicle now for it's just a wasteland of white.
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Very Short Stories & Drabbles Part 2
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