“Childhood’s a collection of lies.”
“Really?” I laughed into the phone, and my back spasmed. “Where’s the evidence?”
“In memories suggesting I used to wish for snowstorms”, she said.
“I have a copy of your ‘Come Snowstorm Come’ spell, glued to the front page of my ‘Warrioresses Survive Together’ journal, which corroborates your recollection.”
“I forgot about that.” She laughed and then cussed.
“Pain’s getting worse?”
“Nah, just the cold carving sour nothings inside my bones.”
“Let’s take the chisel and eye-gouge the bastard.”
“Together”, she said.
“Always”, I said, and the warmth of our combined laughter unchilled the world.
the wee notes…
– Linked to Friday Fictioneers. Visit Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog, to join the creative fun. Follow this LINK, to read what others have brewed out of the photo prompt.
– Also link to Prompt Nights ~ Come chase oh fleeting thoughts of the moment. Sanaa invited us to celebrate World Thinking Day (Feb 22nd), by catching up with a friend, and writing a poem (or fiction piece) based on the conversation with them.
photo by Sarah Potter