Summer Snowstorm

The corn had been bad as it sat on the supermarket shelf — ready to be sold — but she found this out too late as it sat on her kitchen counter, filling the kitchen with the stink of rot.

She took it outside and threw it in the yard, the five fat, stubby sticks clamoring on top of one another.

He looked at her from the lawnmower as he mowed the lawn — their lawn — where she had thrown the corn cobs. After a few seconds he gazed back at his original spot four feet in front of the lawnmower.

When he reached the corn she had already gone in. He didn’t notice it as music played in his head.

He hit the corn and soon after the entire landscape was changed. Loud popping sounds came from under the mower and thousands of pieces of popcorn flew into the air and softly fell to the ground. His stare met the cloud of popcorn as it fell onto the freshly mown grass looking like a summer snowstorm, the snow coming down in flurries.