27 June 2012
Everything was so quiet and still, Olivia had never seen it like this before. Glistening white powder carpeted the ground in thick drifts and pretty swirls. The dainty little cottages were covered in a dusting too. This happened regularly but this time every flake seemed so perfectly placed, skimming the tiles and filling the windowsills. Transfixed, Olivia sat and stared drinking in the details. The red of the postbox seemed almost to glow against the crystal white and the garden fences cut such a striking line. Lost in her thoughts, minutes ticked by and still not a single thing stirred. Suddenly unable to resist the urge any longer Olivia rose to her feet, reached out her hand and shook the snow globe. Powder flurried violently and the stillness ended!
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Stillness • Opuss № I