Lola’s boots crunched on the new snow despite her efforts to be quiet. She wasn’t even supposed to be awake yet, much less outside, much less with the keys to the aerosled. It was a dangerous enough machine when it was working properly, but the stiff winds that howled down the frigid plains risked upsetting the vehicle at every turn.

The thing Father failed to realize, though, was that the aerosled was also by far the most fun thing in the settlement during winter.

The storage shed creaked open, revealing the aeroled resting on its wooden skids, keeping the skis from direct contact with the frozen ground. Lola carefully replicated the steps she’d seen Father and Grandfather do a hundred times: putting in the winter oil, loading up the special starter, and then easing the aerosled off its skids and onto the fresh snow before cranking the propeller. The din would surely wake everyone in the house, but Lola didn’t care.

She was past that now.

As the propeller sputtered to life, Lola hopped in the cockpit and took the controls. She grinned, frigid air in her face and hair spread out in a halo around her, as she steered onto the frozen lake.

Inspired by the song ‘Vivid’ by Hiroki Kikuta, released under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International license.

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