I wanted to find a way to make this one happy and got as close as I could–those storm clouds make for some heavy thoughts. If you’re new to Friday Fictioneers–welcome! Take the picture Rochelle posts each week (Kelly Sands provided this one) and write a story of 100 words to accompany it!
“Big clouds!” Henry held the fake snow over the top of the Christmas village, talking to the porcelain figures that inhabited the town.
He got his imagination from his father. Jon was the funny one. Tara was sensible, reasonable–except when she’d had a hell of a day and took it out on Jon, sending him out into the thunderstorm to buy the milk she’d forgotten. Thunder sounded and fat raindrops flecked the window.
“Daddy says hello?” Henry asked looking out at the storm, snow village forgotten.
Tara gathered him to her and nuzzled his downy hair. “Yes, Daddy says ‘hello.'”