A Christmas Tale

Hi hi, minna! A short story for you to read!

She was deeply frozen. Even after rolling the cup around her fingers, she would miss the gloves she had just some weeks ago. And to think that all had disappeared in a flash…
The hot chocolate cup, which she was holding, seemed to be breathing. She couldn’t smoke as much as the cup did, but she didn’t seem wanting to drink the chocolate. Instead, she stayed sat in the bench in front of the park, as if she was waiting for someone.
In a moment, her fingers let the cup slip. In the next, the cup broke into pieces in the white floor, which was melt by the brown liquid.
Soon, it started snowing again. The flakes arrived at the floor shaped in different ways, one with its particular beauty, as the snow was covering the park and its swings. She remained expressionless for a while looking at the brown snow in the floor, but only when a flake made her head wet, she decided to look to the sky. And she smiled.
“Are you my angel?” she asked.
She paused for a bit, looking at the sky, afraid she would have committed a mistake but the snow’s whisper made her calmer. ‘Close your eyes.’
She did as the snow ordered. And she slept to never wake up again.



Comment whether you liked it or not. I'd also like to know which title do you think this tale should have (A Christmas Tale is too simple) since this tale is for a contest in the Writing Place.