“Ugh, it’s so hot! Don’t you wish it’s winter already?” Katy whined, sitting on the carpet in the living room fanning herself with a book. The AC’s broken and the temperature is climbing up to 100°F.
Her sister, Samantha, doing the same thing, rolled her eyes. “Yeah and in the winter, when it’s 10-below and ice’s covering the window, you’ll whine ‘it’s freezing’.”
“That’s not true.” Katy snapped. “I don’t whine.”
Six months later…
Katy sat on the couch, wearing three layers of thick clothing and hugging a hot-water-bag. The furnace had stopped working. “Damn it!” She shrieked. “It’s freezing!”
(100 words)
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.
Pretty much how summer and winter conversations go in Blighty
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Haha! 😀
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That is so so true…
Galen
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You got it in one take, well done.
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Thank you.
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Hahahaha! That’s pretty much how it goes!
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Yeah, pretty much. 😀
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Sounds like me. Always too hot or too cold 😦
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Haha, I’m the same way.
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O the humanness…always craving what we cannot have.
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I suppose you can never win!
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No, I suppose not. Thank you for reading. 🙂
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There is no pleasing some people! We don’t often get the chance to complain it’s too hot in England!
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