Sugar ShackBianka sat back in the hot tub, stretching out to grab a handful of wet snow from the deck railing. Billy made a face at her, prancing around shirtless in swim trunks and snow boots. She lobbed the snow at him, missing by a country mile.

“That girl of yours throws like a…girl,” Billy’s little brother said. He still hadn’t worked up enough courage to get into the hot tub, even though he was obviously freezing. He had to copy his big brother, parading around in the warm February weather without a shirt even though there was still plenty of snow on the ground.

Bianka had no intention of parading anywhere. There was something delicious about soaking in the hot bubbly water while the air all around her was crisp and cold, but as soon as she got out she’d be making a beeline for the door.

“Hey babe, hold my beer and watch this,” Billy said, stealing a kiss and a quick grope. She took the can and set it on the railing where the snow held it in place.

Billy ran out into the yard, still shirtless, and disappeared behind the sugar house. There was no smoke coming from the chimney yet; it was still a little too early for the sap to run. The steep roof was covered in snow, a glacier that clung tenaciously to the steel.

Billy appeared on the ridge of the roof, snowboard in hand. He slipped and caught himself, then pumped his fists in the air shouting “Whooooo!”

Bianka shook her head. “Billy, be careful! Get down from there!”

“Here I go!” he yelled, jumping onto his snowboard with the grace of a buffalo, causing an avalanche of wet snow to let loose. He managed to stay upright just long enough to reach the edge, and then he lost it and was buried in the sloppy muck.

“Oh my god! Billy!” Bianka jumped out of the hot tub and ran barefoot and bikini-clad through eight inches of mucky snow. Billy was already struggling to get up when she reached him. “Billy! Are you all right?”

“Hells bells, what a ride!” he exclaimed, sitting up and throwing his arms around her.

Bianka squealed and pulled away, swatting at him ineffectively. “I swear, Billy, your last words are going to be “Hold my beer and watch me do this” You are such an idiot!”

“An idiot?” Billy just grinned, struggling up onto his feet to follow her as she was determined to stomp back to the house. “But you gotta admit, I do have a way with words.”

He grabbed her wrist and she let him spin her around. He was an idiot, but he was her idiot. She expected him to pull her in and hold and kiss her until she forgave him, but instead he sank to one knee. “Well?” he asked.

“Well what?” she said, snatching her hand back. This wasn’t his usual game.

Billy kept his eyes locked on hers, and nodded his head subtly towards the sugar shack. Where the snow had fallen off, the dark green roof of her Daddy’s shack were painted with bright pink letters.


Not for the first time, nor the last, Bianka regretted the fact that she just couldn’t say no to that boy.

But she lived happily ever after anyway.

This isn’t related to any other story. I wrote it for the Write on Edge prompt a snow fall and a secret revealed.

It’s fun and freeing to do these prompts…the short format, and the independent nature of it. It’s good exercise for a writer. Another benefit is that these shorts give the plot bunnies a place to roam free! Too often in my longer works I’ll get an idea (AKA a plot bunny) and I’ll want desperately to weave it into my established plot. A few of these are good. Too many are bad, especially if the writer goes chasing the plot bunny and totally loses the actual plot.