Please don’t judge too harshly. With the NaNo writing challenge, I’m feeling a little depleted.
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Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Ice Cave (100)
Danny felt the chill of the glass, and he rubbed his fingers in a circular motion.
“Oh, don’t touch the crystals,” Henry blurted. “If you do, they will start multiplying and cover our entire house. We’ll be in an ice cave, turn into ice sculptures, and be frozen until the end of time.”
Danny withdrew his hand from the window and stared at his older brother, wide-eyed.
“Just drink your cocoa,” Henry stated.
Danny positioned his hands around his mug. “What if I could melt the crystals with my warm hand?”
“Don’t even try. They always come back,” Henry whispered.