“Look this is the one,” I said. “I saw it moving, this must be the special snowflake.”
“They all will move after it warmed up,” she replied.
“But this one moved first,” and I pointed to the melting snowflake.
I knew what she would say. There are no special snowflakes; they are all alike, in the end, they all melt.
“I don’t think they are all alike, there are special ones,” I insisted.
“Then what makes you think it’s the first one?” she asked, “Maybe it’s the last one that is special.”
“See, there are special ones, I knew it!”
Word count: 100. Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. It’s the first time that I participate. I had fun; you might want to check it out as well. Click >>>here<<< and the magic online carpet will transport you!