He was a clay gnome.

Ever since his birth, he was incarcerated in this globular glass prison where he now resided, suffering the harshest castigations, probably from a crime he never knew he committed. Petrified and encased in clay, the smile which was fixated onto his face to veil the agonies he went through merely brought about more torment to his soul.

Every once in a while, the ground he was standing on would rumble and a pair of seraphic eyes would peer through the walls, sometimes accompanied by a heavenly genuine laughter. The presence of this angelic creature with her sincerest joy would touch him, but if she only knew that everytime she shook the ground and the countless snowflakes lifted off to fill his atmosphere, they fell back as hailstones, for they were ultimately ice despite their beauty. Each cold icy shrapnel would pepper his flesh and cut his skin.

Yet, he could only stand there and smile back.


This story is titled "Snowglobe"