The Ice Beneath the Snow

The winter flurries used to bring so much joy to us, even to me, a sucker for the indoors. But ever since snow stopped falling, the children went back inside, and only we remain outdoors, waiting for the day the white ice comes back. We have even decided to read children's books for Heaven's sake. Well, Taytay decided. She always does.

She thinks it'll help melt the heart of Mjalon, even mine. I'm stoic for a reason, I incapable of melting even to the most heartwarming novels.

But this is different. For some odd reason, the quirky story gives off something droll. Something real.