"Taking naps sounds so childish. I prefer to call them horizontal life pauses." – Unknown
■ □ ■ □ ■ □ ■ □
"Andy, over here!"
"Luce, the couch is blocking my way."
"Then vault over it with one arm. The other can't hold your weight, right?"
"Last time I checked, I wasn't a gymnast!"
"If you don't want to do it for me, do it for Quinn."
"Ow– Ouch– Argh! My snowballs!"
"If I'd have known how many centuries it would take you to do a simple vault, I would've gone to get Quinn alone. Let's move, slowpoke."
"Are mom and dad asleep?"
"Don't worry, mom's snores are shifting the tectonic plates."
"Dad's probably wearing his earplugs then."
"Come on, out the back door. Go!"
"..."
"..."
"Okay, now close the door softly."
"Well no, dearest brother, I think I'll slam the door as loud as I can and alert our parents to our mischievous plan. Wouldn't that be a splendid idea?"
"Just shut the damn door."
"You ever been on a train before?"
"Nah, dad usually drove me places before I got my license. You?"
"Nope. I still have to deal with mom's frequent road rage."
"Do you even know where the train station is? 'Cos I sure don't."
"Alright, it's this way. It should only be a five minute walk."
"Which navigation app are you using?"
"Apple Maps. Why?"
"If we end up in Egypt, it's totally your fault."
YOU ARE READING
Snow Boots (#3)
Short Story"You've reached Westerden Ski Lodge, how may I be of assistance?" "Hey, can I rent some snow boots and skis? Maybe even a girlfriend, if you've got any in stock." "Awesome, do you want to order a life along with that? The gift wrapping's free of...
