Today's OneWord: Icicle

Snapping an icicle from the rooftop, she licked away at it until she giggled as her tongue stuck to the frost. She let the ice dangle from her mouth for a moment. Two moments. Three moments. And then it dropped in a wet, soggy lump to the ground below.

“You’re silly,” I told her as I wrapped my arms around her. My face was scratchy against her scarf.

“You’re sillier,” she retorted before she kissed me.

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