“I know why you and your family like to visit me. It’s because my grass is greener.” She grinned at her brother.
“Yep. No argument there.”
“Wait. You aren’t supposed to agree. I was only kidding. It’s not like my life is so great.”
“No, you grass is literally greener. Mine is under three feet of snow.”
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.