Snow Day

The weather man only predicted a dusting overnight. The air was too dry, the ground too warm. It wouldn’t stick.

The flurries had thickened by six, and when it was time to walk the children to the bus stop, the road was covered.

“Did they close school yet?” They were anxious to remove the lids from the garbage cans, ride them down the hill behind Mrs. Grayson’s house.

“They’re still waiting. I’ll just drive you.”

The announcement came on the radio. Buses were turned around, delivering elated children to scrambling parents.

“You still have to come in,” my boss said.

word count: 100


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14 thoughts on “Snow Day

  1. I remember those times perched by the radio in the kitchen, desperately hoping for a snow day. I haven’t had more than a tiny handful as an adult, although maybe I should move to a colder climate. Great story. 🙂


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