The Cave

“Wow!” Rowena stared in amazement at the rocks. It was beautiful, and even more so due to the bushes around.

Em shook her head at her friend’s antics. “Not that Row. It’s impressive and all but that’s not why I dragged you out on the first day of Summer.”

Row gave her friend a look that said ‘Are you kidding me?’ but probably was ‘You dragged me out of my comfy bed. It better be good.’

Em said nothing and bent down. Parting a large patch of grass aside, she revealed a hole. Row, now intrigued, got closer. With a wide grin and unnecessary dramatism, Em slinked down the hole.

“EM!” Row cried in alarm before following her friend down the hole. She landed on a soft ground and walked on, intent on finding her slippery friend. She found her, sometime later, sitting on a mat smiling.

“What is this place?” She asked amazed.

“Dunno.” Em shrugged. “Found it by accident one day.”

They sat there for a while, chatting away idly. They left some time later, their stomachs growling, their hearts full and with the promise to return.

Word Count: 198

Written as a response to Thursday Photo Prompt hosted by Sue Vincent.


Rowena is based on my awesome friend Aakankshya. You can check her blog 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.