Suzanne Hicks
I’m fairly certain that I once saw a giant snowflake, large and lacy white like the intricate ones you crocheted that adorned the tree at Christmas, except this one fell from the sky, the size of the tip of a pin at first but as I watched out the window it grew and grew until it was the size of my hand, and even bigger until it was the size of yours, and in that moment I thought it was the most amazing sight I’d ever seen, which it was until you took me to the restaurant by the river to eat fish and hushpuppies dipped in honey as we sat outside and I stared at the long outline under the murky water and reached out for your hand as I whispered, Nessie, and I’d never been so scared until the day I realized you were the only person I could tell something like that to who would believe me, because you did, didn’t you?
Suzanne Hicks is a disabled writer living with multiple sclerosis. Her stories have appeared in Milk Candy Review, Atlas and Alice, Maudlin House, Roi Fainéant Press, New Flash Fiction Review, and elsewhere. Find her online and on Twitter (@iamsuzannehicks).