"Did something pinch you?" my dad asked.
"No, it's the cold." I said. Tears dripped out of my eyes. My breathes came in large gulps of air, separated by short choking gasps caused by the shivering.
"It's ok, we'll go in and warm up when we get up top." He reassured me.
"I think," I said, "I wa-nt, to go ho-me."
"First lets get you warmed up, ok?"
"Ok." I said.
Neither of us said anything for a minute. Then two minutes. Then it had been an eternity and we still weren't at the top of the lift. The couple riding on the chair with us huddled into themselves.
"Dad, my feet hurt a lot." I said.
"I'm sorry, come here." he pulled me closer.
There was nothing else to say. I cried into his shoulder and begged for the cold to stop hurting me. Finally, my dad loosened his arms and sat me up.
"almost there Nick, there's the top."
"It hurts so much dad." I continued crying. When I tried to focus my blurry eyes mixed with the snow cast hillside and it made it hard to see.
"We'll be inside soon." he said to me, and then more loudly so the couple beside us could hear, "Bar up." He raised the safety bar and I put my mittens in front of my face to block the wind.
"Raise your tips Nick." My dad said. I didn't respond, but my body somehow followed him from the lift to the mountaintop restaurant. He helped me click out of my ski bindings, and like a storm trooper returning from battle I limped along after him toward the double-doored entrance.
"Come on Nick." My dad said and grabbed one of my hands.
It was hard in my snow boots to keep up with. I tripped on my own feet and my hand slipped out of the mitten my dad was hiding and I fell face first into the snow.
"I want to go home." I cried. My dad bent down and picked me up, but I knew it was over, there was no way I'd be able to impress my dad now, but I didn't care anymore. In a few steps he turned to push the first double-door open with his shoulder, and as soon as he did I felt the warmth of the heated restaurant.
"You're ok Nick." My dad said and put me down, "let's go inside and get you warmed up."
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Frost - #JustWriteIt #Sports
Short StoryMy father stepped into my bedroom and my body was still asleep, but when he spoke my mind was awoken. "Nick," he said from above, "did you hear me?" Both my eyes were still closed, "Yes Father." I answered. "Come eat." his hand touched my shoulder...
