ski lodge in Montana : found in google images

FICTION SNIPPET 


“Sky?” Merrins squinted up at the blue sky–or rather, what she could see of it through the window of the ski lodge. “I don’t think it works that way, Cy.”

I tried not to roll my eyes and snapped my fingers in front of her face to regain her attention. “Not sky,” I said, taking care to speak slowly. “Ski.”

“S-ki?” she rolled the word around in her mouth and shook her head.

“You strap thin sticks to your feet and slide down steep hills with them,” I explained. “You also have little flexible sticks to steer with. C’mon, it’ll be fun.”

Her lip curled in the way that meant she was going to be stubborn, whether I wanted her to be or not. “No. No ski.”

“Merrins!”

The curled lip morphed into a pout. “Noooo,” she whined.

I looped an arm through hers and pulled her to the door. Nature fairy rehab. Right. I should have taken a different job for the school holiday, but this paid the most. “Yes, yes and yes,” I muttered, wrestling her out the door. “It’s just a bit of cold, alright–whoa!”

She yanked her arm back from me, hugging both arms to herself as her teeth chattered. Her lovely blonde hair turned bright, neon blue and one olive-green eye had fluxed to royal blue. Her lips faded into purple as a faint sparkling tinge crept over her face. “You didn’t tell me it was cold, Cy!”

“It’s winter,” I growled. “Do I have to explain that winter is cold?”

(c) Sara Harricharan

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