Mason stepped back away from the action into a knee deep snow drift. He stumbled. Bob was now talking to a young man and a young mother who had just turned up. He tried to dislodge his feet from the dirtied snow bank, while Gladys crossed over to him and said, “Your trees are terrible looking, not even real.” She edged closer, making Mason stumble back, “Best if you go drum up business elsewhere.” He fell into the snow pile and Gladys march off, carrying Bob’s cold cocoa cup.
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Gladys seems like a formidable lady... I feel sorry for Mason right there, even if he is the antagonist!
ReplyDeleteI swear my brain is thinking of more trouble for Mason to cause and I think that'll make the next revison longer. who knows? :-)
DeleteDoesn't seem like things are going Mason's way, being stuck in that snowbank and told off by Gladys. I'm curious to see what kind of trouble he's going to cause.
ReplyDeleteThat cocoa would be a cocoasicle here, tonight! =D
ReplyDeleteWell, Mason...sometimes, when you enjoy causing trouble, you find trouble...
Mason is turning into a little stink! Oddly enough I like that. :-)
DeleteIntersting snippet. Wonder where he will go, what he will do. Great shot of the cardinal.
ReplyDeleteWell, then. Go, Gladys, go!
ReplyDeleteI remember this Christmas tree lot. Poor Mason. And he lost his cup. He's the antagonist? Way to make him sympathetic. I haven't yet gotten back to participating in WEDS WIPpet. Maybe next week? And is it snowing where you are? That foot of snow adds just another layer of aggravation. May your writing go well this week.
ReplyDeleteEvery weekend seems to have a nasty storm...getting a touch sick of it.
DeleteThink of adding more to the story, there's more to Mason but not sure what yet. Odd, this story just keeps getting more detailed. :-) Guess that happens.