For the first time in a hundred years, the forecast called for snow.
Stories of winter had been passed down through the generations, and everyone had seen blizzards in old movies or documentary footage. But nobody living had tasted a snowflake melting on their tongue.
The whole town shutdown as people gathered to watch the skies. They set up lawn chairs in the parks and gathered on rooftops, buzzing excitedly and clutching thermoses of hot cocoa and coffee.
Between the myriad car accidents, cases of frostbite, and complaints of being snowed in, the town didn't reopen for another three days.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.