(Please imagine the little girl from Poltergeist) It's baaaack.
Yes indeed, it's back. After a two month hiatus, the short story makes a reappearance on the blog circuit. For only a limited ten week run, a short story that I created especially for this blog, will make an appearance for your reading pleasure.
I present to you, my reading public, my first attempt at writing a fantasy. When all is said and done, if you don't think it's a fantasy, then by all means, please tell me what you think it should be. I'm open to any and all suggestions.
"It looks really windy out there."
"Make sure you bundle up and don't forget your gloves."
"When will you be home?"
I looked at my watch and thought about what errands I needed to do today.
"A couple of hours I think."
"Okay, see you then."
A few minutes later, I stepped outside and was met with a cold hard slap to the face.
"Shoot, that's cold." I said to myself, before taking my glasses off and stuffing them into my jacket.
Zipping it up, I then left to do my morning errands. Instead of taking my usual route, which took me through a troubled section of town. I cut across the yard and took the scenic route.
Normally a pleasant walk through in the spring and summer, it was downright brutal in the autumn and winter. And today was no exception.
The minute I stepped onto the street, I knew that there was gonna be trouble. The wind from last night blew hard and cold through the barren mountain, coating the roadway with a thin sheet of black ice.
In some spots where the sun poked through, the ice had melted and the walking was easy. Around my section of the street though, the stripped down trees were grouped tight enough to let in about five percent of the sun. Good enough to de-fog my glasses, but crappy enough not to melt the ice.
This I found out the hard way.
I had taken off at my usual brisk pace, covering the side yard in less than several seconds. The minute I placed a foot in the road, I wound up (in rapid succession) reaching for the sky, inhaling tar and gravel, squashing my glasses and kissing the earth. Adding insult to injury, a car drove by and showered me with dirty water.
While I was figuring out to do next, my cell phone rang. Rolling over so that I was safely out of harm's way, I then dug out my cell and answered.
I paused for a good moment so as to wait for the laughter to die down.
"Done?" I said rather sarcastically.
"No. Tell me," said the wife in between peels of laughter, "did it taste good?"
I shoved the phone in my pocket, and threw such a dirty look at the house that the house shrunk upon reception.
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