Anna peeked out to a world of silent white. Even if her husband’s plane had not been grounded he wouldn’t have made it home in this mess.
The boys were upstairs getting their baths, having gone without a fight tonight. There was always an air of excitement when a snow day was imminent. She prepared three cups of hot chocolate, adding whip cream to two of them and Irish cream to the third.
She carried the mugs to the dining room where her sons had just shown up with the Monopoly game.
“Mom, are you going to be the shoe?”
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson