Freeze Tag

"Come on in, kids!" Keri called. "This late in the season, the ice will be rotten. Spring is almost here."

"No, it isn't," said Wren. "We decided. Winter's our favorite."

"Well, decide your way inside. Supper's ready."

The game broke up reluctantly. "It'll still be here when we get back," Wren told the others. Keri smiled at the unconscious echo of her own words, but then Wren went on: "It can't go anywhere until someone touches base."

Keri held the door open while Wren trooped inside. Overhead, the clouds were gathering. Another winter storm? There had already been so many...