The Sad Snowman (100-Word Flash Fiction)

Flash Fiction/Non-Fiction / Tuesday, January 30th, 2018

He was the first snowman I had ever built.

Coal for eyes, a fresh carrot for a nose, pebbles for a mouth; I stood back to look at my handy work. He looked good, not too fat, nor too thin. He didn’t look happy, though, no matter how I arranged the pebbles.

Dad was watching me through the kitchen window. His hands were wrapped around a mug of hot tea.

“I’m sad.”

I turned to my snowman.


“I said I’m sad.”

“It’s because you’re cold.”

“Can you warm me up, so I’ll be happy?”

“I’ll bring out the kettle.”


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