Fiction: Snow (134 words)

22 Jun

“Daddy, come on. Snowball fight, please!” Emma tugged on Zachary’s sleeve, trying to pull his arm away from the computer.

“In a little while, baby girl,” Zachary said half-heartedly.

Emma bent over so that her head was in between the laptop screen and her dad.  In spite of himself, he laughed at her lopsided grin.  “Dad, the snow is perfect right now.  If we wait then the snow will freeze more or melt more and it will not be perfect.  Do you know who taught me that?”

Zachary sighed and sat back further in his chair. “I did.”

“Yes.  Come on, Daddy.  Come on.  Snowball fight.”

Zachary held up his hands in surrender.  “Okay. Snowball fight.  But first you have to go put on your proper gloves, or Mommy’s going to kill us both.”

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Posted by on June 22, 2016 in Stories, Uncategorized


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