Not Cold

chair DaleRogerson

 

“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.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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