Drabble: White Landscape

Connor stood in the snow and rubbed his hands together.

"What are we doing out here again?" he asked.

"Having fun." Abby trudged up the slope behind him, dragging the plastic sledge.

"But its dark now."

"Look at the stars though."

Connor looked up into the sky. It was devastatingly clear and out here in countryside there was little background light to obscure the view.

Abby came up beside him and took his arm.

"Happy Christmas, Connor," she whispered. Then she stood on tiptoe and her lips brushed against his.

Up above them a shooting star shot across the heavens.