Akilah is a wealth of story ideas. I wrote about this another time that sometimes it takes a while for one of her story ideas to fully germinate into something I can put on paper. This one… might not have sprouted quite so fully, but it’s fun! So, shake it like a Polaroid picture!

Alan didn’t like being dead. Well, he would have preferred to have just faded out – that’s what he had expected would happen. No fluffy clouds and harps. No damnation and fire. Just fade to black. But that’s not what happened. He didn’t know why, didn’t know who to file a complaint with, didn’t know how long this would last.

He did know he could control the weather. Well, to an extent…

In the darkness he felt his way around the village by feel. Sure, he could walk right through them, but this was habit. He peered into the darkness and there it was, a light came on in the distance – far, but bright and flickering. He thought he could make out images…

Alan preferred his village stay dark.

He raised his hands and sent energy coursing out of him. Snow erupted around him, blocking out the light. No, not blocking it out. Refracting it off the little crystals so that his village sparkled.

..

“Look! It’s doing it again?”

“Honey, what?”

“LOOK! At the snow globe you brought back from Lausanne, Switzerland!”

“Huh,” she said. “You didn’t shake it up?”

“No. And you didn’t either…”

“No, I didn’t,” she said watching the little drifting fake snowflakes in the little globe gently float down through the liquid trapped inside the tiny dome and around the small gingerbread-like Alpine village. “What do you think it is?”

“Heh, maybe it’s haunted!”

“A haunted snow globe? That sounds like pure hell,” she said.

..

Alan sat on the roof of one of the buildings and watched as the last bit of snow settle on the white covered ground and let out a contented sigh. He didn’t like being dead, but this beat fading to black.