Snowmen
I stared at the
tableau in front of me, unable to believe my eyes. What the fuck...?
“Take the dog for a
walk.”
Caroline smiled at me
when she said the words. I glanced at the snow and back at her, wondering if
she could possibly be serious. I mean, it’s not as if I make a secret of my
dislike of the cold.
“Go on. He’ll burst
if he doesn’t get his walk soon and I don’t have time to do it right now.” As
if to prove her point she turned to the kitchen and opened the freezer.
I sighed and made a
huge show of putting on my snow boots and securing the leash to Bastian’s
collar. It didn’t make a difference; Caroline didn’t pay any attention to me or
my antics. After stalling for as long as I possibly could I opened the door and
stepped into the snow.
I had every intention of making this the
shortest walk in the history of dog-walks, but apparently the animal had
different ideas. In fact, for a dog who was supposed to be bursting he took his
time before raising his paw for the first time. As for taking care of other
business; he didn’t seem to have any need.
Unfortunately he
wasn’t inclined to go back home either. For the first time since we got Bastian
as a cute puppy I regretted getting a German Shepherd as a pet. He pulled on
the leash and I’d no choice but to follow along. Trying to stand my ground –
never mind walk in the opposite direction – would have ended with me on my ass
in the snow and I wanted to avoid that, if at all possible. I was cold enough as
it was.
Bastian led me to the
clearing as if he knew what we would find here. About five yards away from the
three snowmen in their cosy set-up, he stopped walking and sat down. He tilted
his head and looked up at me. If I hadn’t known better, I would have sworn he
had a grin on his face.
I couldn’t take my
eyes of the display. Caroline and I had made a snowman each the first winter we
were together. The next time it snowed I’d told her how much I hated the cold
and we’d never done it again.
Bastian followed me
as I approached the table and sat down again when I reached it. I studied the snow
family before looking at the table and picking up the note, secured underneath
a bottle.
And
then there were three. You better learn to enjoy it; our child may like snow as
much as I do. Congratulations dad-to-be. Love, C.
I was only barely
aware of Bastian licking my hand as tears sprang to my eyes.
****
This picture was,
once again, provided by Theo Fenraven who turns out to be a true treasure-trove
when it comes to inspirational photos. As always links to more flashes, based
on the same picture, can be found in the Monday Flash Fic Facebook group.
Yet another cool take. Interesting, how we all come up with a different approach.
ReplyDeleteI know. Reading all the different interpretations is almost more fun than actually writing the story. I'm having so much fun with this.
DeleteAwww!! I love this! But I was waiting for you to pull a F/F twist on me so in the end I was surprised anyway! Haha!
ReplyDeleteFunny you should say that :)
DeleteI'm glad you liked it.
Awwww. That was super sweet! <3
ReplyDeleteThank you Deidre <3
DeleteSuch a sweet story. <3
ReplyDeleteThanks, Allison
DeleteLoved your story!
ReplyDeleteThank you Ann, so glad you liked it.
DeleteI can just picture Bastion leading the way. And the twist at the end was cool! Lovely story. 😊
ReplyDeleteThank you Sara.
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