Justice

A girl, aged eight years, cackled as her best friend grabbed the back of her head and shoved a snowball in her face. Triumphant, she pointed across the lawn to the front door where her friend’s mother was standing. Caught red handed! And for the ultimate crime!

The girl had marched across the lawn not five minutes earlier to a frozen fortress. Hours of her own efforts has yielded this strategic pile and frostbitten fingers. She sat, without hesitation, upon her own handiwork, destroying the fruits of her labor.

Ten minutes ago she had slammed the red front door on the otherwise gray house. (The same house which was now gaping, open mouthed, at her.) Running, she collided with her enemy’s barrier of ice. Her mouth issued a guttural shout as its walls collapsed under her weight. Widening eyes revealed the realization that a chain reaction had been started. The satisfaction of retaliation must be denied! She must take action to prevent such vengeance.

One hour prior the friends rushed through the garage door. Stripping hats, gloves and snowsuits they surrounded the kitchen table. Hands encircled mugs and chocolate warmth engulfed. A bag of marshmallows spurred a frenzy until only one remained. Before the other could, one girl grabbed for the remaining treat. She eyed her friend and popped the entire thing into her mouth just as her friend began to protest: Share!