Snowballs in Space
Paul paused in the living room on his way to see Yvonne. Either Dad or his sister had switched the holoprojectors to holiday mode overnight. Lights and pine branches looped around the illusion of a fireplace in the wall. Four stockings were displayed, but Mom’s stocking didn’t belong there anymore. The first Christmas without her. I’d give every present I ever got to have her back. He debated for a moment if he should remove it from the holo program, but it was more comforting to have it there. Even so, he’d lost some of his Christmas spirit. Hopefully Yvonne would help him recover it. He opened the door—
And something cold, white, and wet smacked him in the face.
Scott stood smirking in front of his family’s suite. He wore bright purple gloves from the lab, and a tub of more white stuff blocked the door. “Merry Christmas, Paul!”
Paul wiped his face. “What the hell was that?”
“Snow! I made it in the lab freezer. It’s an old tradition to make it into balls and throw them at each other during winter.”
Paul had only seen snow a couple of times and couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to handle the stuff. His face stung with cold, and his best shirt was wet. He turned up the heat fibers to dry it. “I think this is one tradition that should be left in the past.”
“You don’t want a snowball fight?” Scott frowned. “Normally you’d start it.”
“Not now, Scott. I have somewhere to go.”
Paul hurried down the Sagan’s hallway to the garden, where tiny lights nestled in the plants. Yvonne was waiting in their favorite nook. “Merry Christmas, angel.” He handed her a box.
She slid it open and gasped as a twisted gold bracelet studded with gems slipped out. “Isn’t this your mom’s bracelet? I can’t accept this. This must have cost thousands of credits. Besides, isn’t it a family heirloom or something? Shouldn’t it go to Cass?”
“She has the rest of Mom’s jewelry.” Paul swallowed, remembering how tough it had been to redistribute his mother’s things. “But Dad said I could save something if I wanted to give it to my wife when I get married.”
Yvonne shook her head, but a twinkle in her eye belied her exasperation. “I’ve told you, it’s way to soon to talk about that.”
“Why not? I've said since I was five that we were going to get married someday.” He drew back warily. “You’re not going to throw ice cream at me again, are you?”
She tilted her head. “That wouldn’t be a nice way to thank you, would it? How about this instead?”
She leaned forward and kissed him, proving they didn’t need mistletoe.
When their lips finally parted, Paul said, “Yvonne?”
“Yes, Paul?”
“Do you know how much snow Scott made? I say after dinner we steal it and pelt him good.”
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12 comments:
LOL, I love how Scott made snow on a spaceship! I enjoyed reading this :)
Rach
Thanks, Rachael!
Hi,
Fantastic! Lab snow and romantic element in there, too.
Loved the thought of them having that snowball fight in confined space. ;)
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F
LOL, I do hope they pelt him with snow- what fun and how unique...
Ha ha!! I love how they make snow in their lab! Some cool "world building" on this space ship :-)
Snow on a spaceship! What a great idea. :D
Nice. I liked that he wanted to pelt Scott after kissing Yvonne.
Nancy
N. R. Williams, fantasy author
I love the reference to the 'old' traditions. A great sci-fi take for the midwinter blogfest. Ends with fun...let's go and pelt some snow.
Very nice. Plotting a snowball fight is a nice touch.
Hahahaha! I love Snowballs in Space. That is simply great! Love the play with the characters. Well done! :D
LOL! Love the idea of making snowballs! Ace! :)
I loved the idea of making snow in a lab, it's ace! And I really liked the bit before the ending, it was sweet. I want to read about the revenge on Scott please. >.<
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