Luci blew on her gloved hands and tried to keep warm. A heavy snowfall thickly covered everything even inside the old wooden gazebo.
Michel had asked to meet but she regretting it and longed to be home beside the fire.
He arrived on his horse and held out his hand so she could get on.
‘Where are we going?’ Luci demanded.
‘To the Snow Ball!’ Michel answered.
He spurred his horse on and a few minutes later they arrived at the most dazzling scene; The Winter Queen’s festival. There was so much food, dancing, music and everyone celebrating long into the night.
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/12/18/20-december-2019/ with thanks).
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