still figuring out a layout and making it all fit...
in a return to my Sunday Stories... this prompt is from the Sunday Whirl, my story follows...
she stopped weaving for a moment, rubbing her temples to ward off the headache she felt building. Luckily there was a ghost of a breeze coming through the open window. Her loose hair fluttered around her eyes, and she pulled it back to look at the growing yardage she had made so far.
Spring was coming, she felt it in the slight warmth, the scent of the air and a faint sound of birdsong.
suddenly she remembered a story her great aunt used to tell her about
the bluebird who flew right in through her open door one spring. She
heard a scuffling and stepped to the door, opening it to see who was
What a surprise and excitement that caused ! Her relationship with
Great aunt Leela was precious to her and she smiled just thinking of all
that they had shared over the years.
boom! the sky was blue but a thunder bolt woke her from a reverie and she returned to her weaving.
and for today's love song...