Sunday, by the reservoir
The southern winters never feel that cold. Instead, one catches a whiff of spring during sunny days.
As the sun lazily shone, Joseph Thompson sat on a low stool, staring intently at the bobber on the water's surface. That bobber, just like him, didn't move and stayed on the water.
"Brother Joseph, I think I caught a cold," Aurora Richardson sniffled deeply and indeed, her nose was congested, making it difficult for her to breathe.
"If you have a cold, go to the hospital," Joseph responded without lifting his head, still keeping an eye on the bobber, afraid he might miss a fish taking the bait.
"But I don't want to go alone," Aurora whined, "Brother Joseph, can you go with me? I don't want to stay by the reservoir and feel the wind."
"It's just a stuffed nose, it's not serious. You can either go to the hospital yourself or head over to the pharmacy to get some medicine," Joseph glanced at her casually, "Can't you drive yourself?"
