Edward Scissorhands

A Story About Snow

Old Kim POV:

"Snuggle in, sweetie. It's cold out there." I say as I am tucking my youngest granddaughter in for the night.

"Why is it snowing, grandma? Where does it come from?" She asks, curious, as always. Big flakes of swirling snow are visible through the large window in her room. The flakes fall to the ground outside, making the darkness seem more blue than black.

"Oh, that's a long story, sweetheart." She begs me to go on but I decline. "Oh, not tonight. Go to sleep."

"I'm not sleepy. Tell me, please." When this girl puts her mind up to something, she will not let that something go until she gets her way.

I decide to tell her. It will be nice to tell someone the story after all this time anyway. "Well, all right. Let's see. I guess it would have to start with scissors." This puts a questioning look on her face, I knew it would.

"Scissors?"

I nod then continue, "Well, there are all kinds of scissors. And once there was even a man who had scissors for hands."

"A man?"

"Yes."

"Hands, scissors?" She's confused. I try not to scare her but I continue on anyway, being gentle around the topic.

"No, scissorhands. You know the mansion on top of the mountain?"

"I heard it's haunted"

I give a faint smile. "Well, a long time ago, an inventor lived in that mansion. He made many things, I suppose. He also created a man. He gave him insides, a heart, a brain, everything. Well almost everything. You see, the inventor was very old. He died before he got to finish the man he invented. So the man was left by himself, incomplete and all alone."

"He didn't have a name?"

"Of course, he had a name. His name was Edward."