(advent) Plots and Pianofortes

There are no pianofortes in this story, but I’ve always wanted to title something that way.  Yes, I’m odd.

There are plots, though!  Lots of them! (Well, for localized definitions of the word “lots”)

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“Hang on, Schrodinger!  You’re going too fast!”

But I don’t want to be late!  The CrossCat went careening across the slick sidewalk, nearly wiping out as he skidded on a patch of ice.  Molly (who was walking much slower and watching where she put her feet) could only watch as he tumbled headfirst into a snowbank.

“Are you okay?” she asked, making her way gingerly to him.

Yes.  His mental voice was grumpy as he wiggled out of the snow.  Molly couldn’t help giggling at the snow hanging on his face.

“I warned you,” she said, taking pity on him and picking him up.  He was big enough that she was thankful she’d thought to put her songbook and the tins of cookies she’d brought with her into a backpack.  A shoulder bag would have been a nightmare.

But we might be late!

“It’s better than being in the hospital!”

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Short one tonight, folks – sorry!  But there’s more coming, I promise!

Originally published at The words of Valerie Griswold-Ford. You can comment here or there.