“City of Words”, forthcoming in New Writing Scotland 31 (Summer 2013)

GOOD.
Three-metre-high letters, brushed into the January snow in Princes Street Gardens. A snowman holding a broom stood by. Two points for “G”, one for each of the “O”s and two for the “D”: a total of 6 for Bobs, winning her the game. It was the final tweet from her account; her last word.
Two weeks later, when the snow melted, it revealed a word in the grass below. @DoneEdin tweeted the photo, hashtag #EdinburghWords. It showed the first flowering of snowdrops. BYE was spelt out in delicate white blooms; letters only twenty centimetres high, but clear nonetheless. The bulbs must have been planted in the autumn. Who could have planned that?




