Auntie Milky: A Short Story

The SS. Auntie Milky The boy could not yet be seven years of age. He plopped on the cushioned window seat of the old wooden house and gazed out at the frozen tundra. A creak from one of the wooden floorboards announced that there was someone approaching him, the boy desperately hoped they would leave him in his comfortable nook.

“Ryan, please come back to the table and finish your milk,” his aunt asked, he whipped his head to look at her. His blue eyes reflected her disapproving ones. They held the stare for a second before he shook his head. A big huff come from his aunt and on another large, frustrated breath she managed to say, “Fine. But you are to stay here the rest of the day” he simply shifted his gaze back out the window and felt …show more content…
The boy could not have been in his quiet adventure for long. When he observed the street again cars were honking, people were walking around, kids played on the snow banks, dogs barked, and birds squawked. The salty water of the sea had disappeared and became musty smell that old houses have, but when he sniffed again longing for his world he smelt a warm and sweet aroma. The smell blanketed him and he sat agonizingly. A creak from one of the wooden floorboards announced someone approached him and the boy desperately hoped they would invite him out of the previously comfortable …show more content…
So you can dip cookies in your milk if you will finish it.” she proposed. He looked at his Auntie Milky, wondering if maybe she wasn't so bad. He nodded his head and stood up to creep into the kitchen with her. She placed the freshly made batch of chocolate chip cookies in front of him, with the unfinished glass of milk. He picked one up and dunked it in the liquid, he pulled out a soggy mess but happily shoved it into his mouth. Her lips tugged into a tricky smile, and if he had looked back he may have seen her distinctive red hat and the matching