Storms

I wanted to find a way to make this one happy and got as close as I could–those storm clouds make for some heavy thoughts. If you’re new to Friday Fictioneers–welcome! Take the picture Rochelle posts each week (Kelly Sands provided this one) and write a story of 100 words to accompany it!

Photo by Kelly Sands

Photo by Kelly Sands

          “Big clouds!” Henry held the fake snow over the top of the Christmas village, talking to the porcelain figures that inhabited the town.

          He got his imagination from his father. Jon was the funny one. Tara was sensible, reasonable–except when she’d had a hell of a day and took it out on Jon, sending him out into the thunderstorm to buy the milk she’d forgotten. Thunder sounded and fat raindrops flecked the window.

          “Daddy says hello?” Henry asked looking out at the storm, snow village forgotten.

          Tara gathered him to her and nuzzled his downy hair. “Yes, Daddy says ‘hello.'”

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17 thoughts on “Storms

  1. If that’s as close as you get to ‘happy’ I’ve got some pills I can let you have. Just as long as they don’t stifle your creativitiy… this was a good one.

  2. I’ve been gone from Friday Fictioneers so this is the first time I’ve come across your blog, but I’m liking it so far! I like the parallel of the boy’s imagination and the storm outside, and the way you skillfully wove the story (and mystery) of the parent’s relationship in there. Good stuff!

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