https://Voice.club - “After the blizzard, the snow glistened a blazing white as the sun hit it. A glorious sight like dazzling diamonds. It was pristine and fluffy, the whitest of blankets. Untouched, it spread in every direction around me. As though I was the last person on Earth, there was only whiteness and complete silence. Each snowflake reflected the light creating a blinding luminous mass. It was sparkling, serene and special. A true winter wonderland. Glorious, glistening snow!”
After reading this, I closed the book in disgust. The book snapped shut with a vindictive bang. It took all my self-will to stop hurling the book across the room. Hypocrite! What a hypocrite I am; I lacked enough strength in my puny arms to throw anything. The very thought made me laugh hollowly. A huge mistake, because I started coughing and had to use the oxygen mask.
Enough self-pity, I settled down in my sick bed as comfortably as I could on the lumpy bumpy mattress. Repositioning the periscope, I wanted to emphasise my point. Lazily I pondered how long the periscope was, because my room was many floors underground. Looking at the diseased sky, snow thundered down. This snow was the colour and consistency of tar, rotten with a thousand polluted factories. It actually stunk and pitted the ground with horrific holes.
I had an obsession to look at anything of the old beautiful Earth. Spellbound, I stared at photos of pure running rivers, noble trees guarding majestic mountains, skies of the clearest inviting azure. Mesmerised, I watched reels of videos on colour changing seasons, wild animals roaming free and wondrous birds skimming down to shimmering lakes. I read countless descriptions of a once beautiful Earth teaming with life, purity and beauty. Reading of the lovely Earth which existed so long ago was a self-torture. I was addicted to hurting myself, because I lived in a broken ugly overly polluted world.
Glorious glistening snow was a once upon a time. There was no longer a glorious, glistening globe!