She wiped away the beads of sweat from her upper lip, chin, and brow.
Thankfully, the boiler, tucking behind a cloud for an ounce of reprieve, allowed her to stick it out at least a few minutes longer. Her sister, very much a sun worshiper was baking happily beside her. She, very much a worshiper of her sister, was trying to follow suit.
That sun wasn’t going to stay hidden for long, and when it showed its UV ridden head once more, the younger sibling came up with a plan, “I heard that you can get just as good of a tan in the shade…”
Photo prompt courtesy of Friday Fictioneers.
Smart girl… Run from the sun!!
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Yes, I did grow to love the sun more as I got older but gave those days up… not worth it.
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Very well written – nice work!
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Thank you!
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I’m a sunscreen and sun worshiper. I run from the shade. Sorry we can’t beach together 🙂
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I hope her plan works. For the sake of their skins…
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Thank you!
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Good try… hope it works! 😊
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Thanks! Not so much. Pasty as can be but, safer. Lol
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sneaky. I love it! 🙂
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That made me laugh, what a relevation. I burn horribly, my days of seeking out the sun are long over. Fun story.
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Thank you!! Mine are over too… or I will just end up one big freckle.
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I recognise the sense but I can never get out of the sun when it’s here, but then perhaps tat’s because we get so little in England.
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It IS addictive… thanks for reading
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This is very cute. It reminded me of my children when they were little.
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Thanks!!
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Love your story as I love the sun. And I do love the sun. Most of us need a little sunny weather, especially in England
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Thank you so much
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