[Word of the day stories are prompted by a Word of the Day selection by any of the online dictionaries. Once a word is chosen, I set my timer to write and edit a story in one hour, no more time than that. The idea behind this is to promote just getting the ideas written as that is the biggest hurdle for most writers.]
Tuesday, December 12, 2017
sustain – verb
- to provide with nourishment
- keep up, prolong
- to support the weight of; prop; to carry or withstand
- to buoy up
- suffer, undergo
- to support as true, legal, or just
- to allow or admit as valid
Archie gathered the white fluffy stuff into a mound. The more he tried shaping it into a ball, the more the white fluffy stuff spread out. It was no use. No snowman today.
The next morning, fresh new fluffy stuff piled on top of the old. Archie called his friends.
“New snow! Come over and help me make the biggest snowman ever. With this much snow, we can build a whole family!”
Archie’s friends, Barb and Gloria, rushed right over, decked out in winter attire.
“This is his bottom half.” Archie pointed to a low mound of snow.
“Where?” Barb asked.
“Did he melt?” Gloria asked.
Archie squinted his eyes. Only one thing to do, try again.
“Good point. Let’s build a new bottom.”
Together they rolled, they patted, they pushed, and they smooshed.
They shoved and their big ball of snow fell apart.
Gloria was the first to say it. “It’s too fluffy.”
Then Barb, “Won’t stick.”
Finally Archie, “We need to nourish the snow with more moisture.”
“Huh?” said Gloria.
“We need water,” Barb said.
Out of the shed, they each grabbed a bucket, filled it with water, and doused the snow pile.
Quickly they patted and smooshed but the snow turned into ice. They heaped fluffy snow on top and tried to form a ball but no use. The ice was not sticky, just hard.
They gave up and made snow angels.
The sun peeked out, warmed the tree branches and sent droplets of water on top of the kids.
“That’s it! The sun will melt the snow and then we will have enough moisture for the snow to stick together,” said Archie.
Barb and Gloria agreed. They waited, then rolled.
Not sticky enough.
They waited some more, then rolled.
Still not sticky enough.
They waited until dusk, then rolled and rolled and rolled.
Finally, they had a big ball of snow.
“Tomorrow we can finish the rest,” Archie said.
The temperature dropped overnight.
Barb and Gloria arrived the next morning, holding a bag of accessories for their snowman, ready to work. Archie met them outside.
“This won’t take as long. Let’s roll.”
Barb gathered the snow but it had become fluffy again. She formed and the ball fell apart.
Gloria tried. She rolled a ball, patted it, added more snow and it fell apart.
Archie tried with the same results as Gloria.
They gave up and made snow angel after snow angel all over the yard. Tired, they flopped onto untouched snow under the tree and rested.
The sun was out and warmed the trees, sending more droplets of water to the kids below. They laughed as they caught droplets in their mouth.
“I think it’s ready for us to make the tummy of the snowman,” Archie said.
Together, they rolled, pushed and patted a smaller ball into shape.
They lifted the ball onto the bottom of their snowman.
The smaller ball plopped right through the bigger one, creating a doughnut.
“What happened?” Gloria asked.
“The bottom ball did not have enough weight to sustain the weight of the smaller ball,” Barb explained.
“You sound like our teacher,” Gloria said.
“We need more water but in little bits.” said Barb.
That gave Archie an idea. He ran into his house and came back with a spray bottle.
“I’ll spray the bottom ball while you two shape it.”
“What about the snowman’s tummy?” Barb said.
“It can stay where it is. We’ll make a new one.” Archie answered.
Archie sprayed. Barb and Gloria shaped.
“I’ll test it,” Gloria said, plopping her behind right on top of the partial snowman. She didn’t sink in. “Now the tummy.”
Archie sprayed, Barb and Gloria rolled. Gloria sprayed, Archie and Barb rolled.
“Perfect!” they said in unison.
They lifted the snowman’s tummy into place. Time to make the head.
Barb sprayed, Gloria and Archie rolled.
They placed the head on top. It stayed put.
“Time to give him a face,” Barb said. Gloria took the accessories out of the bag.
Barb dug out holes for the charcoal eyes.
Gloria pushed the carrot in for the nose.
Archie smoothed a black shoelace across for a mouth.
“Perfect!” they said.
Until the carrot fell off.
“The carrot is too long for the hole you made Gloria,” Archie said. “The hole can’t sustain the length of the carrot.”
Gloria smiled. She bit off the fat end of the carrot. And took another bite. Then just one more. She stuffed the carrot into the hole.
“Perfect!” she said. And it was.
“What should we name him?” Archie asked.
“Perfect!” And Fluffy was.
Until a squirrel climbed up three days later and stole the carrot nose.
Thank you reader for stopping by today! I hope you enjoyed this short story. If you have written a short story in a 60 minute time frame, using this Word of the Day word, please feel free to share it in the comments.