Snowflake

The snowflake landed on her nose. All I wanted to do at that point was lick it off, so I did. I didn’t stop and think about doing that. I sure didn’t know what to expect. Licking a stranger’s nose, is, well, it’s not “normal,” right?

But it was right there next to my face: her sweet little nose with the fluffiest snowflake I ever saw.

She didn’t move. She just looked at me. We’d both been waiting with others on the same bench, for the same bus. It was cold, so we sat closer than strangers usually do, I suppose, plus, a old man was holding onto her. The snow started to fall. I glanced at her; the snowflake said, “Lick me” so I did.

When the bus came, the old man climbed in and sat in the handicapped seat. His lovely Pekinese, with the cleanest nose, watched me all the way to my stop.