In Near Proximity to Bliss

Cold air bit my nose. Frost covered our campsite and sparkled in the morning sunlight.

“C’mon, sleepyheads!” I called, trying to get the girls moving. “I’ve made hot chocolate.”

Muffled giggles answered from our tent. Bliss. I smiled.

Turning off the stove, I set the hot chocolate down. Nature called. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

A high-pitched squeal erupted. Thrashing shook loose tiny icicles from the lines. “Okay,” replied Natalia.

When I returned, I picked up the thermos to pour a cup of my delicious hot chocolate. The thermos was empty.

“Natalia did it,” said Zofie. She looked away.

Picture is by Sylvia Pellicore. (100 words)

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