Head over to REFLEX FICTION for a new-ish flash fiction story. It’s part of my flash-fiction-novella (in-progress!), Desire Lines.
Snow. One night and one afternoon falling, one day on the ground. Passed up on the opportunity to roll in fresh snowfall after sauna. Went to Turku instead, 33 km away, jumping on the chance of a ride with J+F. Brushed off the car, scraped the windscreen free of ice. It was still early, reminding of winter school runs two decades ago, kettle boiling, cascades of hot water melting the iced-over glass visible. Jack Frost on the inside.
Reading a book on crying, I learn that water molecules freeze around a molecule of something and that’s how snowflakes form. Snow is water frozen around dust, around bacterial molecules, around a fraction of a wood chip.
We saw Rosa Barba in WAM. Funny to see a Berlin-based video artist in Turku. It was the second exhibition I’ve visited this year. Most people wore masks in the streets. I ate reindeer and drank calvados. Opposite my hotel bed was a full length mirror – YOU HAVE A NICE SMILE stencilled across the bottom.