“Let’s go build a snowman!”
“Jack, you realize it’s July?”
“Yes, I know, but look outside.”
“Unbelievable. But it’s July…” Harriet’s voice trailed off as she watched the flurries dance towards the ground, which was already completely white.
“So what do you say? Snowman?” Jack repeated.
“How often do you get to build a snowman in July? Of course!” They dug for their winter clothes, dressed, and went outside.
“It’s beautiful. How is this possible?” asked Harriet.
Jack just shrugged his shoulders and grabbed some snow.
“Jack, look around. There’s no one out here. Don’t you think that’s strange?”
Word count: 99 words
This flash fiction piece is in response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.
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