SNOW ANGEL
With the temperature twenty-five on the beach, the last thing we expected was snow, but after a night of heavy
rain the mountain shone brilliant white.
After lunch we hired a car and drove
up to look. It was magical but freezing, and we weren’t dressed for snow.
Driving back round never-ending
hairpin bends, my foot slipped on the pedal and we slid towards a vertical
drop.
Two feet from certain death we
stopped, with the bonnet touching a snowman.
Or so I thought, until our snowman
spread its beautiful wings and soared away over the sunlit void.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her blog https://rochellewisoff.com/ and to Jan Wayne Fields for the photo prompt. You can read other stories by following the above link.
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When I lived in Tenerife, the sight of snow on the mile-high Mount Teide was an annual treat for the eyes. Once the Cabildo had cleared the very steep and winding access road, locals would drive up there to play in the snow, even enjoying barbecues, before building snowmen on their bonnets and driving down - the winner being the driver who got the furthest before the snowman melted!
There is so much more to Tenerife than the average tourist sees - it is hardly surprising that my adopted island inspired my Living Rock series of books. If you would like to buy A Volcanic Race, the first in the series, click on the cover at the top of this page.
