Windy and Cold
My sisters and I went to the beach lately and it was windy and cold.
“It’s FREAKIN’ cold!” I yelled out harshly, looking towards Sister1 whom stood beside me. We were both hunched, arms wrapped tightly around ourselves in a futile attempt to keep warm.
“It’s VERY cold,” she sung out in her teacher-like, Mary Poppin way of hers.
Sister2 had her hands in her pockets and was doing the trying-to-get-warm jig. “Burrrrr…”
And I know I’m a real dork when I think our little exchange was a brilliant way of showing characterization. And I’m even more of a dork, since I decided to post it here.
“It’s FREAKIN’ cold!” I yelled out harshly, looking towards Sister1 whom stood beside me. We were both hunched, arms wrapped tightly around ourselves in a futile attempt to keep warm.
“It’s VERY cold,” she sung out in her teacher-like, Mary Poppin way of hers.
Sister2 had her hands in her pockets and was doing the trying-to-get-warm jig. “Burrrrr…”
And I know I’m a real dork when I think our little exchange was a brilliant way of showing characterization. And I’m even more of a dork, since I decided to post it here.