Playing Hooky

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Playing Hooky



“Probably over 100.” Mom held her hand against my beaded forehead.

“When I called, Doc said that if we kept up the cold compresses the fever’d break.”

“We’ll give it till morning.”

I snuggled a wee bit further under Grandma’s wonky star quilt.

Mom sat down near me. “What else can I get for you, Nicholas?”

“Some hot chocolate, please.” I eked out.

“Grand,” Mother said.

“With those tiny marshmallows,” finishing my request.

“Right away.” And Mom was gone.

“Too close, Bethany.” Nicolas said to his older sister. “Better take the hot water bottle. Mom almost sat on it!”



Written for The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge: Requirements: December 29, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a cozy story. What is it to be cozy, to experience Danish hygge? It doesn’t need to be culture-specific, but it can be an interesting point of comparison or contrast. A character might long to feel cozy, or you might describe the perfect cozy scene. It may or may not include Prosecco.

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