Little Sally, face upturned, stuck out her tongue.
“Mom! I got a snowdrop in my mouth.”
“You mean a snowflake, Sally. That’s what they’re called when it’s snowing, flakes. Now come inside, it’s freezing outside. And, shut the door!”
“Well this must have melted because it’s a drop now.”
Little Sally runs out across the front lawn, twisting and turning, tongue skyward to catch more snowdrops. Mother, not happy, starts to follow. Grandma’s wellies, way too big for her, she slips out falls in the snow and hits her elbow. Mother’s closing in fast.
Sally decides she better start crying.
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WORDLE #166 @ MindLovesMisery’s Menagerie
This week’s Wordle listed 13 words to use in a story. I managed to use 4 words in this 100 word story. Little Sally is always 100 words.