Melodie du vent
Inside the snow globe on my father’s desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-
and-white-striped scarf. When I was little my father would pull me into his lap
and reach for the snow globe. He would turn it over, letting all the snow collect
on the top, then quickly invert it. The two of us watched the snow fall gently
around the penguin. The penguin was alone in there, I thought, and I worried
for him. When I told my father this, he said, ‘Don’t worry Susie; he has a nice
life. He’s trapped in a perfect world.
(c) The Lovely Bones