We had a snow day yesterday. The schools were closed and as predicted, the roads were a proverbial mess. Those who could, stayed at home, and watched the champagne powder continue to fall all day long.
There’s a path near our house that is used as a walkway to get from one street to the other. On snow days it becomes the local toboggan run. The kids were there all afternoon squealing with joy as their parents supervised. And then last night, I heard the dads were back, sliding down the slope and howling with laughter. Clearly, kids at heart.
We rarely get snow in Victoria, so when we do, we take pictures and share them with all our friends and family living elsewhere. “See what we got!” we shout with jubilation. And who would have guessed that only a week ago, we were bragging about our blooming snow drops everywhere.
Charli Mills’ February 2nd Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge was to write a 99 word (no more, no less) story about a rock in the road. It could be physical, adding a plot twist or it can be metaphorical for a barrier or hardship. As always, Charli suggests we go where the prompt leads us, and this is where it led me.
“Some boys were out tobogganing at McDonald’s hill today,” said Jim, his mouth full of Glady’s lasagna.
“Really,” said Gladys, reaching for the garlic bread.
“Yup. It looked like Tommy dared the others into it.”
“He would. He takes after his dad. Dave was always getting into scrapes as a lad.”
“One of them broke his sled; ran it into a rock.”
“Just a bruised ego,” said Jim and wiped his mouth. “I heard we’re in for another blizzard tonight.”
“Well it may as well be snowing rocks. We ain’t goin’ anywhere.”
“No, but the boys will.”