By Fewthistle
Author's Note: Title from Mr. Frost
The snow swirled in the chill winter air, each flake a solitary dancer to an unheard melody. Olivia watched as they fell, minute pieces of lace joining to form a blanket that covered all the squalor and ugliness.
For just this moment, the world looked as the very young must see it, clean and new, full of hope and possibilities. She knew better. All it took was one footstep off the path and the perfect image was destroyed. Marred forever.
Turning back, she watched the flash of blue lights play across the freshly fallen snow, a strobe that lit the crumpled figure that lay, a coating of white not quite erasing the stain of red that surrounded it. Not enough snow in the world, she thought sadly. Not enough snow in the world.