The taxi was struggling, so I bundled baby in his clown-suit, bobble-hat bulging under the hood. He felt more like a doll than a child, stiffly rigid in my arms. I wobbled nervously.
Dan paid the driver.
“Sure you’ll be okay?”
“It’s not far.” And we strode over mountains of snow.
When I slipped towards the black-watered ditch, I felt baby skid from my arms, saw his tiny red kayak shape floating away.
“Dan. Help!”
With black coat billowing parachute-like behind him, Dan slid to our aid.
“Sure you’ll be okay?” asked the taxi-driver.
“No.” And we climbed back inside.
© Sheila Deeth, July 2009
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Comments: 20
sounds like the safest place to be,lol
The taxi savior, yeah!!
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Clever writing, Sheila.
Well penned as always. Clever use of the prompt words.
A bad winter day, I'd say. Great story.
A latter day Moses.
Magi got the right Idea!lol
neat story
Disaster averted. Potent short write!
Heh... a wise decision there at the end!
Very very clever and chilling. The phrases are more than perfect.
signature of life
Good job !
Well done, and wise choice at the end.
This one was very clever Sheila!
Great little story Sheila...loved your descriptions
Whoa! This is like a Carlos Catenaga trip. Love how your ending envelops back into the framework of the story.
Another wonderfully written little story.