“Same goes for you!” Jack points out, “How do you know it was a he? Hmmm?” he asks, moving his snow ball from side to side, grinning. “Go on!” he laughs, before tossing his snowball at her. Not hard, never hard, laughing as he does. Gosh, he hasn’t had a snowball fight since he was a kid.
She tried to duck but it clipped her on the shoulder, exploding into a white mess over her hair as she tried to toss her own back at him, squealing and laughing, grabbing some more snow and running on ahead to avoid him.
“You won’t be able to get me again!” She laughed, tossing another at him.
“Ah!”
Jack laughed as the two ended up running along the big field that was lined with huge trees. Thankfully the field was flat, without any pot holes, or rocks to trip up on or this moment could have been messed with. They tossed snowballs back and forth at one another, their laughter sounding more and more like children than grown adults. Funny how they could do that with one another, out here where time seemed to stop.
Jack Maple 