Not Cold

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“I am not cold!”

“Your lips are blue,” the mother deadpanned.

“They’re not!” the child insisted, her exclaim dampened by chattering teeth.

“I see,” the woman breathed and swallowed a retort. The girl was altogether too much like herself and would only dig in deeper if confronted.

One set of eyes stared at the other.

The shuddering intensified.

“There’s a nice warm bath and dinner waiting inside,” the mom dangled.

A shrug.

“And how long do you intend to be … um … ‘not cold’?”

The little girl narrowed her eyes.

“Very well. Shall I bring you a chair, then?”




For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Photo: © Dale Rogerson


34 thoughts on “Not Cold

    • Exactly! Just let them stand and shiver without an audience (while tracking them stealthily from behind the curtain …) until they grudgingly come in … and then just remember to be kind and not gloat … because, you know, “I told you so” only makes for more pouts … and cold is a lesson enough …

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  1. Na’ama Y’karah,

    This kid’s going to be loads of fun when she reaches her teens and the hormones kick in. 😉 Love the mother’s patience and realization that she’s watching a younger version of herself. So much told in few words. Well done.



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