Cablecar

Em gazed at the cable car, shivering with anticipation. Everything around her was so exciting, unlike anything she’d ever seen before. She was beside herself with joy, with excitement at getting to ride on one. A tug on her sweater dragged her out of her expansive imagination and she turned to face her brother.

“I’m bored.” He said whining and flopped down to the ground.

Em wasted no time in picking him up and setting him upright. “Wait a little while. Dad should be returning with the tickets.”

His attempt to reconcile with the ground was foiled by Em’s hands, causing him to sulk even more, even when Dad returned.

Em pressed her cheeks to the glass of the car, staring at the increasingly decreasing landscape with utter fascination.

Meanwhile, her brother had found a new hobby: people watching. He looked at the cars that were going down but only one of the passengers stared back at him.

Em looked just as he was waving goodbye. “What are you doing?” She asked.

“I’m saying goodbye to the dog. Bye bye dog.” He replied, smiling.

Em laughed at that along with everyone and joined in saying farewell to the dog.


Word Count: 199

Written as a response to Sunday Photo Fiction. Other entries of this prompt can be found here.

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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.