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[fernly]

First Snow

The first snow came in November. So late this year. It had been cold enough for weeks, but all the clouds that passed overhead had been thin and empty and did nothing except turn the air gray. Alma looked out the window at the snowflakes floating down now, slow, quiet, lacy and beautiful. “... a foot of snow at least by morning,” that’s what the forecaster on the radio had said. She hoped maybe it would be enough to tempt Ennis to go sledding again like that one time last year. They could leave the baby with her sister for an extra hour or two, have some fun together. It was their anniversary, after all. They could do more to celebrate than just having the dinner at the Knife and Fork she’d been saving up for. She smiled to herself, remembering how Ennis had laughed out loud, how he’d held onto her so tight, how it scared her flying down the icy hill, the wind rushing into her face, bringing tears into her eyes just from the cold, but she always knew she was going to be allright, that Ennis was there, to keep her safe.



(first time I've ever been able to write anything from Alma's point of view )

[Lumière]

First Snow

(first time I've ever been able to write anything from Alma's point of view )

And it was lovely Fern.
That toboggan scene was practically the only happy, playful, tender scene we ever saw between E & A.
It must've been a little moment of pure carefree fun she treasured ..
Cheers. 

~M

[fernly]

And it was lovely Fern.
That toboggan scene was practically the only happy, playful, tender scene we ever saw between E & A.
It must've been a little moment of pure carefree fun she treasured ..
Cheers. 

~M

Thank you, Milli!
I wondered while I was writing, if maybe that was all the honeymoon/vacation they had time or money for...

[Penthesilea]

Up in Smoke ..

November 1978

Ennis stood up abruptly and walked over to the bubbling pot on the woodstove.  He reached into his pocket and pulled out the piece of paper that had fallen out of Jack’s shirt pocket when they’d undressed hurriedly a few hours before. “We’ll meet in Dubois.  Will tell you when & where.  Randall”.  He crunched the paper and dropped it in the fire.

“Let’s eat..” he finally said, carrying the steaming pot to the wooden table.                                               

Oh Milli, that was so sad.

From Fernly:
I wondered while I was writing, if maybe that was all the honeymoon/vacation they had time or money for...

Yes, I think so. I liked your Alma drabble.
The tobogganing scene is somehow often overlooked.

[MaineWriter]

Good morning all,

For today...

• silk scarf
• profound
• black and tan

L

[TH]

   The black and tan stood barking, a silk scarf about its neck.  Along the road he saw a woman with a profound, mesmerized gaze about her.  The dog left to follow. 


(31 words)

[mariez]

.  .  . She smiled to herself, remembering how Ennis had laughed out loud, how he’d held onto her so tight, how it scared her flying down the icy hill, the wind rushing into her face, bringing tears into her eyes just from the cold, but she always knew she was going to be allright, that Ennis was there, to keep her safe.

(first time I've ever been able to write anything from Alma's point of view ) 

I'll say it again - you're so damn good, Fern.  This comforts me and saddens me at the same time.  I love Milli's comment about Alma treasuring this little moment . . . sigh.

   The black and tan stood barking, a silk scarf about its neck.  Along the road he saw a woman with a profound, mesmerized gaze about her.  The dog left to follow. 

(31 words) 

TH, I'm impressed - all three prompts used so effectively in 31 words.  I love your drabbles - they always make me think. 

Thanks,
Marie

[Lumière]

Thank you, Milli!
I wondered while I was writing, if maybe that was all the honeymoon/vacation they had time or money for...

That was most likely the case.
Still, like Chrissi said, it is a moment that we sometimes miss .. Good on ya for bringing it up ..

Oh Milli, that was so sad.

Awww, killing me again, Milli.  God, how sad and frustrating for them both.   

Thanks,
Marie

Sorry about all the angst ..
I seem to have bushels of it in me sometimes.. 


~M

[Lumière]

   The black and tan stood barking, a silk scarf about its neck.  Along the road he saw a woman with a profound, mesmerized gaze about her.  The dog left to follow. 

TH ~  Your drabble created a picture in my head ...

The black and tan stood barking, a silk scarf about its neck. 
Along the road he saw a woman with a profound, mesmerized gaze about her. 
The dog left to follow.

...


A little boy burst onto the road from a nearby field;
Peddling eagerly on an oversized bike.
The old black and tan yelped and chased after him;
The colourful silk scarf floating like butterflies in the wind.
They blew past the woman in the blue dress
Heading for the little farmhouse half a mile away.
“Ennis!  Slow down before ya hurt yerself!” she cried,
Shaking her head as her son wobbled on the old bike..

[mariez]

Sorry about all the angst ..
I seem to have bushels of it in me sometimes.. 

~M 

   

Don't be sorry, M! -  like the song says - it "hurts so good." 

Thanks!
Marie