Rolling on the bed of clouds and making himself more comfortable, he blew into the air above and tasted the snowflakes as the frozen air dropped slowly.
“Stop it”, she reprimanded.
“Stop acting like my mom”, he retorted.
“Talking of her reminds me- it’s time we attend to Roger’s wish”.
“It’s only been two years. We can’t go around fulfilling ten year old’s wishes so quickly, lest they take it for granted”.
She gave him a nudge in the back and with a sharp look, they swooped down towards Earth.
Those who glanced up at the sky at that moment could have seen a streak of sunshine kissing the land below.
Written for Friday Fictioneers :
The challenge is to write a 100 word story based on the picture prompt.