Six Sentence Story: Season
“I think we should decorate,” Samantha said, looking from Rio and motioning toward the sleeping kid; ten, maybe eleven, it was hard to tell. “Shay’s first Christmas season since leaving the Habitat, possibly first Christmas ever; no telling what they celebrated down there, if anything.”
With a heavy sigh Rio frowned and hung his head before saying; “I’d love to, but that could draw in a lot of unwanted attention.”
“I’m not talking about twinkling lights, crystal balls, or anything flashy,” Sam replied, “just, maybe we could paint some pine cones in festive colors and hang them around the camp.”
Rio’s lips curled up at the corners as he leaned back and considered her proposal. “Paint pine cones,” he chuckled, “yeah, sure; let’s do it.”
This is my contribution to the Six Sentence Story prompt from GirlieOnTheEdge. The word this week was: Season.
You may have noticed I posted this a few times today and deleted it again;
I was trying to post from my phone but was having some complications.