“Granddad there’s ice on the windows!”
“Excellent. I promised you a proper old fashioned winter holiday, didn’t I?”
“But the ice is on the inside.”
“I’ve turned the central heating off. Chattering teeth are just what you need to munch your way through the last of the sprouts. Woolly hat and Wellie boots on. We’re off to hunt for firewood.” “But it’s sleeting.”
“Good. Have I told you about the time I got whooping cough?” The ten-year old was already busy on her smart phone. “I’ve ordered a log bundle from Amazon. Till it arrives let’s play ‘turn up the boiler’.”
#FLASHFICTION101 December 2020 SHORTLISTED ENTRY
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