The Fall-A

This is a great place to hide, high above the frozen creek. My brother will be walking down the middle of it soon. He'll never see me or this snowball I will hit him with. I hear footsteps crunching down the thin top layer of ice. A little closer and I'll attack. Here's a nice limb to hold onto to balance myself for the throw. "Crack" The stem has broke, I'm falling, and I feel my body punch through the ice. I'm cold freezing I need to crawl out onto the bank. Good, I have made it out, now the long walk home through the snow before my pants freeze. Each step is becoming more painful than the last. My steps are becoming shuffles. The distance home is becoming further and further away. It's beginning to feel like forever.