Title: Snow Flowers
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, I think
Notes: Written for
alice_montrose for the prompt "dreams of snow flowers".
She's looking out the window from her room in the attic. It's cold, and she's curled up in blankets, sitting in the worn down chair, legs pulled up under her. She wishes, not for the first time, for a fireplace, something to liven the place up and make it warmer. Still, she's inside, and the warmth from downstairs seeps up.
The sky looks as if it's going to start snowing soon. She doesn't want to go out tonight, but it's not like she's got a choice. She needs the money, because if she doesn't get it she will need to sleep outside and that will be worse. There's ice on the window and it forms patterns, strange and beautiful things. It's almost like God himself has written on the window, just for her, written flowers for her in the middle of the winter. It makes it easier, somehow, knowing that someone is watching her, even though she's a poor sinner. The priest in the church nearby tells her this everyday, when he makes use of her service, tells her that she's a sinner and needs to be cleansed. She secretly thinks that if she's a sinner then he's doubly that, because he doesn't need to do this, he does for his own pleasure what she does for survival. She watches the flowers on the window, and she knows that God forgives her. He is on her side.
She gets up, and she gets dressed and she goes outside. The snow has started to fall, and as it covers the ground she sees the patterns, the flowers in the snow just for her.