The woman with three sons made the white knuckle drive to the ski resort. “I wish your hobby didn’t take us out in wrecker weather.”

“Mom, we always make it to the slopes with no problem. If you’d relax, it wouldn’t seem so difficult a drive. You knew the first time Dad brought us this might be a thing.”

“I remember. You don’t have to remind me.”

“Besides, you’ve never experienced the serenity when the snow falls while you command the hill. You really need to try it with us.”

“Thanks all the same. I’ll wait in the lodge.”

Written in response to Charli Mills January 16, 2024, prompt at Carrot Ranch Literary In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that unfolds during wrecking weather. You can set the story anywhere and use any genre. Who are your wreckers? Your targets? Your merchants? Are there difficulties to overcome the weather? Go where the prompt leads!