The twins hurried into the kitchen; cheeks red from the frigid wind outside.
“How’d they do?” Grandmother asked. She tossed a small log into the fireplace, delighting the children as sparks flew up the chimney.
“They still think it is a winter wonderland,” said Grandfather. Pausing, he added, “The ice on the tree limbs seemed thinner today.” It had been 30 days since the ice storm began. “A good sign.”
Grandmother forced a smile. “Hot chocolate, anyone?” She placed a meager spoon of mix into mugs filled with water from the kettle. Not much left, she thought. When will it end?
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this challenge and Dale Rogerson for this week’s prompt.