“I love wintertime, Mama.”
“Do you?”
“Uh-huh. I like how the snow sparkles.”
Curled up in their den, the mother watched her child and the snowfall. A forest of evergreen trees coated with a thick layer of shimmering white. The little one skirted the entrance of the cave, sticking his forked tongue out to catch snowflakes. Icicles hung like jagged teeth above them.
“Can I catch one someday?” Claws reached for the sky. Snowflakes instantly sizzled, melting against red scales. “And keep it until the springtime comes?”
The dragon mother smiled at her youngling, “Of course you can, dear heart.”
I’m currently buried under a pile of snow, thanks to the nor’easter that just hit New York. This story was inspired by that blizzard and from watching the snowflakes from my window.
Happy holidays everyone! Stay safe and keep writing!
— Lady Jabberwocky
Lady Jabberwocky 
I keep wondering how we’ve managed to dodge anything substantial this year. Sounds like you got what would normally have been dumped here several times over by now. Instead, brown, grey and a sprinkling of green where the grass forgot to go dormant.
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Love the story and jealous of the snow. I used to live in the Northeast and miss a good, peaceful stormy day!
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This was so beautiful, I did see the characters as cuter chibi-esque versions of Lizard Man from Spider-Man until the last line haha It was a really sweet story 🙂
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