I have been a little short on writing time in the last few weeks and have missed one of my favourite weekly treat of writing some flash fiction for Carrot Ranch under the curatorship of Charli Mills. This week Charli also shares the progress made to her home to provide a residential retreat for writers with an offer to promote them locally as well as offer some guidance on their writing path.. Please head over to enjoy… and I will be participating this week.. and I hope you will too.
November 14th: Flash Fiction – Storm Windows – Charli Mills
Storm windows form an extra layer against the cold like thermal underwear in winter. It’s that time of year when my global positioning triggers EOSO — early-onset-snow-obsession. I recently entered a short story contest dedicated to the theme of snow. I wrote, “I live in a snow globe where a dome of clouds hunkers…” Storm windows buffer my watch over the ever-falling snow glitter.
And they went up this morning with whacks and thunks. When your house has lived through 120 years of storm window seasons, a rubber mallet helps to pound the frames into place. My son-in-law popped by this morning to finish up a few before-winter-hits house projects because winter already hit.
Already, I feel less of a draft with the extra panes. I wonder, when were storm windows invented? We have the original 120-year-old windows with glass imperfections that can warp the view outside. Who were the people who lived here before, and were they window-gazers? As writers, as creatives, as dreamers, we stare out of windows.
“Give me a window and I’ll stare out it.”
~ Alan Rickman
“In the old days, writers used to sit in front of a typewriter and stare out of the window. Nowadays, because of the marvels of convergent technology, the thing you type on and the window you stare out of are now the same thing.”
~ Douglas Adams
Here is the link.. I hope you will head over.. thanks Sally