kids story in progress

Breakfast, Monday morning, cereal. Alf is on, but instead the TV is switched over to the news. I watch the ticker crawling across the bottom of the screen while a blonde woman talks about road closures. My milk is turning a dark brown when I spot what I am looking for. Bingo. I jump up and run out into the hallway to grab my things, my heavy coat and winter cap, and my boots. Upstairs I grab my gun. It’s a 10 shot revolver that shoots foam darts. I tried to make a holster for it out of duct tape, but it ended up sticking to itself pretty badly. Good thing my coat has big enough pockets. I run back downstairs and out the front door, my breath pluming out into a cloud in front of me. I almost have to shield my eyes from the morning sun reflecting off the thick layer of fresh powder covering everything I can see. It’s what I had been hoping for all weekend, snow day.