Spencer and Esmay were outfitted in heavy jackets, snow pants, gloves, patterned hats, and thick boots. They lounged outside at the park naturally on a widespread veil of cotton snow. Hands behind their heads, they gawked at the clouds, interpreting what figures they perceived in the rich cerulean sky.
Esmay pointed towards a random cloud, haze emanating from her mouth and nostrils. “I see a glass slipper!”
Spencer shot his eyebrow up, as he did progressively more in the recent months. “No way! That’s a fish,” he bickered, haze also emitting from his facial openings.
“How can that possibly be a fish?” She asked with a bewildered expression, arching her back up.
He smirked. “Come and see for yourself,” he said, scooting over so Esmay could occupy his spot, all the while maintaining his gaze on that particular cloud. She casted a dubious look upon him but consented when he winked at her encouragingly. Sighing, she shouldered his position and followed his finger to the cloud. Her insides did a fanatical backflip when she too detected an underwater creature—a familiar one.
“It’s Flounder! It’s got the fins, stripes, and everything!” Esmay squealed breathlessly, clapping her gloves together despite the fact they impeded reverberation.
“I know.” He smiled to himself.
Instantaneously, Spencer and Esmay twisted their heads and stared into each other’s eyes. Successively, Spencer buried his hand into fleece-like snow, grabbed a handful of it, and sprinkled the soft flurries on top of Esmay’s peachy complexion. She gasped and tackled him, sinking them both into the chilly landscape. ‘So much easier in pants,’ She noted with internal glee.
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Deconstructing Royalty
Подростковая литератураSometimes I fantasize that I exist in a world of fairytales. Heck, I wish my world was a fairytale, like in those enchanting Disney classics. You know, those stories of young, beautiful princesses that long for a prince. Then, about thirty minutes i...
