Wish you were here
“We’ll make a snowman”
“And I’ll hit you with a snowball”
“Can we go out in the snow? It’ll be cold!”
“Its a dream, silly. We may never see the snow”
I recalled the conversation that we had as kids. Looking at it snow, I wished you were here.
Time had passed. The distance and misunderstandings had grown. We’d fought.
Would you still remember me?
There was only one way to find out.
“Hello, its me! Shall we build our snowman? “
Thus began a conversation which ended in us giggling like we used to when we were little girls!
Word count: 100
This post is written for the above Photo Prompt at Friday Fictioneers