Here is my flash story that I wrote off the cuff, without editing. Enjoy! [Thanks to my friend, Betty, who's status, shown in bold, was used.]
"Saw a few flakes just a bit ago. Snowflakes, that is." I can't remember the last time I saw some, well, other than on TV or a movie. I take a sip of tea and warm my hands as my mind floats back to around age five.
"Daddy, look at the snow. Isn't it gorgeous?"
"Yes, baby. Just beautiful. Give me a kiss before I go to work."
I set the cup down before my tears turn the tea salty. That was the last time I saw my father alive. My brother and I moved with our mom to our grandparents in Arizona. Seeing snow falling here in Tucson gave me a sense of comfort; almost like my dad was saying hello.