Once again, here is Victoria's Monday Morning Writing Prompt.
Here in the northern hemisphere, November is a peculiar month. I often think of her in tones of gray, monochromatic, uninspiring. This year, however, autumn dwaddled, could not commit to color or cold until, at last, November charms.
For today’s prompt, let’s write to a November prompt. What does she bring to mind in your corner of the world? Weather? Elections? Boredom? Thanksgiving? Cold? Warming?
And this is my flash fiction response to the prompt.
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Every year, November is the unwelcome guest. The party pooper. She erases the laughter and sunshine. Shoves it into the memory box. Alters the landscape with her riotous collection of reds, browns, yellows, golds.
Lengthening shadows. Shorter days. Cooler nights. Fleecy rugs. Steaming mugs of hot chocolate.
A uniformed officer, glum and intrusive…
Loaded silence. The tableau imprints itself upon his mind.
A heavy mood descends… hovers… and settles.
Some attempt to swallow the last few morsels which lodge in constricted throats.
Sausages and eggs congeal on plates. Neglected toast burns to a crisp cinder. Coffee in familiar hand-painted mugs, forgotten and cold.
The close of another chapter. Another year.
Check out the prompt at: http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2011/11/07/monday-morning-writing-prompt-november/