Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, summer rerun edition. I hope everyone is enjoying their summer so far. Mine has been especially hot with temperatures in the triple digits, so this Ice Cave sounds pretty nice right about now.
This story was first published in November 2012, although I have made a few changes to the opening sentence here.
Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting and for this week’s photo prompt.
Danny felt the chill on his fingertips as he drew figure eights on the frosty glass.
“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.
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