Ice Pond
Feb 28th, 2024 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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When I stepped outside onto the cold snow-covered sidewalk, I remembered my childhood in Maine.
“Hurry, Artie!” My sister, Clara, bellowed from across the ice pond.
My friend Eric couldn’t keep up, and I quickly sped past him, my hands raised in victory. Eric sighed and skated away, having had enough.
Clara clapped and then glided toward me. Suddenly there was a crackling sound and a scream. Clara fell through the ice, hands flailing, eyes fearful. I tried to get to her, but people pulled me back and said I’d fall too. Then there was silence.
I never skated again.
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