Manna

It came down like manna. Heavy green snowflakes in this place of blue byzantine seas, of sage olive groves and silver sardines. They all looked up to the roofs of their white-washed houses at the hammering and puckering. The accumulation of inches happened in minutes and then the people bathed in a hum of silence. One girl in an elasticated cotton dress peered into the green sediment. Small green bodies with moist wide-apart eyes blinked back in surprise.

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About Collette Ridley

Let Ridley lives in a rural nook of southern France where time ticks by at a slower pace. She has a science background but now teaches English between episodes of writing, reading and growing vegetables. She has published in Flash: The International Short-Short Story Magazine, and self-published. She's also working on her first novel.

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