My entry for Friday Fictioneers, July 24, 2015.
It had snowed a good one on Mt. Baldy, so their parents took them up to play in it for the day. She hated it. Her digits were numb and the sun had produced a crust on the snow that made it unsuitable for snowball fights. With squeals of delight her younger brothers cavorted throwing ice chunks at each other. She wanted to go home.
Later, in sullen disinterest Loraine watched as little Aaron climbed a giant wedge shaped boulder, did a victory dance at the top, then slipped. Straddling the wedge his mouth formed a silent, “O”
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