At A Loss For
Words
by Kristina
England
“Snow
prints!” Abigail said, jumping up and down
in excitement.
Teresa
followed her daughter’s pointing finger.
Footprints wrapped their way around the side of
her house.
She bent down
and looked at Abigail.
“Stay
here, sweetie. Mommy is going to check on
something quickly. Oh, and let’s play the
‘I’m too cool to talk’ game.
I’ll go first.”
Teresa took
her hand and slowly zipped it along her mouth.
She made balloons with her cheeks and took a deep
breath in.
Abigail smiled
and mimicked her mom.
Teresa gave
her a thumbs up and then tiptoed across the snow
to the side of the house.
Sure enough, a
broken window.
Her breath
caught. She felt light weighted. She turned
nervously and began to tiptoe back.
“Is
someone there?”
The world
flashed white. Thousands of thoughts ran through
Teresa’s head.
“Honey,
is that you?”
Alarm turned
to relief then to anger.
She pivoted
around to the window.
“Mom!”
“I
couldn’t find my key. Your father was good
at prying open windows. I got so nervous, I just
up and threw a rock. Don’t worry, I’ve
already called for a replacement.”
Teresa's
eyebrows furrowed. She went to respond but
then Abigail was there next to her.
Abigail looked
up at the window. She looked at Teresa and
motioned with her hand.
Teresa nodded.
Abigail
unzipped her mouth.
“Nice aim,
grandma!”
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