The Cozy Shivers

When my grandchildren were small, we sometimes entertained each other by making up stories. Such was the case one cold, winter day several years back.

“Let’s tell scary stories,” I said.

“OK,” they agreed. I went first. I thought I was doing pretty well, building up to an exciting and shivery climax.

“Mem, that’s not scary,” one of them said.

“Wait, wait!” I protested. “I haven’t gotten to the really spooky part yet.”

Then when my story had finished, they decided it would qualify as a spine-tingler and it was someone else’s turn. They both added a great deal to their stories with movement, striding or jumping across the room and enthusiastic hand and arm gestures. By the time we had all told a story or two, we had a case of the delicious shivers and were ready for a cup of cocoa. It was a warm finish to a cold winter day.

Comments

  1. I wonder if any of that would inspire them to also write.

  2. Well, I think they’ve tried their hand at writing.

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