Winter Warmth by Shreya

I watch from my window as snow floats to the earth. My baby sister giggles and tells me it is the prettiest thing in the world. But Seasonal Affective Disorder has closed in and my rib cage is made of ice and all I feel is an unexplainably profound sorrow. My sister tugs at my arms and tells me she knows I am sad. She doesn’t ask me why, only drags me into her room and shows me my gift. Christmas lights balled up in a mess of glue and tape, all lit up. My rib cage thaws a little.





"Winter Warmth" is a featured 100-word story from the December Writing Challenge.
Germ Magazine guest author
… is a contributing guest author for Germ, which means the following criteria (and then some) have been met: possessor of a fresh, original voice; creator of fresh, original content; genius storyteller; superlative speller; fantastic dancer; expert joke teller; handy with a toolbox; brilliant at parties; loves us as much as we love them.



Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.