Snow Day

 

“Look, Mom. Snow!” Em exclaimed pressing her cheeks to the window, taking in the beautiful white landscape. “Can I go out. Please Please Please.” She said, all the while jumping up and down. The confirmation was no sooner out from the older woman’s lips than Emily was rushing out.

Emily was fascinated by the snow. It was so soft and so white and upon further experimentation so cold. She liked it nevertheless. After a while, she got bored. She needed someone to play with and her friend, the snow angel needed a friend too. She rushed in at top speed, leaving cold air to fill the warm living room.

She emerged a while later, dragging a middle-aged balding man with her. She was escastic, he a bit less. However, her excitement was contagious and it spread wide and tall.

They stayed until the day waned, and the sun’s brightness dimmed. The father left with his tired daughter, leaving behind a memento of their efforts. The snowman stood tall and smiling, glowing brightly.

The snowman melted after a few days, and the glow on Em’s face lasted a bit longer.

Written as a response to Sunday Photo Fiction.

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