The store was packed like a tub of multicolored blocks. An oily, cheerful voice boomed: “Snowmageddon! Fire sale! Buy now!”

Walso felt uncomfortable in his ubertight snowsuit. Only yesterday they’d had the global warming celebration. He’d sipped Pina Coladas in his skivvies in January with the neighbors. Snow? What was that?

Legonians shouted at the bare shelves. No batteries remained. People lost it. A teenager flopped on the floor: “No!!! I demand my flipping batteries!!!

Elbowing an elderly woman, he stole her shovel. His mission a success.

The Abominable Snowmonster was unexpected. Walso hadn’t planned on meeting that. He froze.


(100 words)

Picture linked via Josh Mosey.


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