First Snowfall —Very Short Story
The morning dawned bright and clear. Not a cloud hovered in the sky. Slowly the husband and wife began to stir under their warm blankets, not wanting to leave them. Only the persistent nuzzling of the cat forced them from their warm cocoons.
The wife stood up and stretched before putting on her slippers and making her way downstairs to start the coffee and feed the cat. The rest of the house was still sleeping, as it was Saturday, and sleeping past sunup was nearly a requisite to enjoy the weekend.
The coffee began to percolate. The cat was silently eating at his dish. The woman looked out the window and frowned. Leaning forward, she pushed the curtain aside. “Snow? There wasn’t snow in the forecast.”
“Did you say snow?” her husband asked as he shuffled into the kitchen in hopes for a cup of coffee. He opened the cupboard and pulled out a faded cup. Leaning against the counter to wait for the coffee to finish, he looked out the window. “I’ll be! There is snow.”
“Snow?” a voice cried from the doorway. The two turned to see their oldest running to the patio doors and pressing his face against the cold glass. “It did snow!” Turning around, he raced back down the hall to wake his sisters.
Shouts joined the boy’s as the two girls jumped up from bed and followed their brother to the kitchen…
