Cold Winter of 1949

the cold winter of 1949 The frost hung mercilessly over our town the woman who had had her nose frozen off in the winter of 1933, said this time it was worse. It was bad, cats jumping from one rubbish bin to another froze to death, in mid-air hanging like ghastly holograms. A man on the steps, his wife wouldn’t him in froze to death while singing Lily Marlene. His words hung above his head like frozen jumbled fog, white as a seraph’s giggle. A gas blast had occurred, the flame hang in mid-air like yellow icicles waiting for the weather to be warm enough to light a fire. A man on the radio said the frost was caused by the presiding war, as God had punished the people of Dressed create a firestorm apparently, he hated the Germans as the frost lost its grip, the gas bang re-occurred fire engines raced to the accident. The furniture in the basement, inherited by forefathers became firewood lasting to spring.