Morning all. I finally feel like I am getting back into the groove of mornings. The sun is up, the coffee is brewing and I am sitting down to do the morning writing prompt. If you are joining in, set those timers for fifteen minutes. And off we go.
I think this could be interesting. I suspect the story will be about whatever brought her home, but that may also just serve as a catalyst to look at the rest of her life. could be fun to work on actually. Good job Tuesday morning sentence starter. I love when the prompts generate story ideas for me to think about.
Tuesday, November 7th: They fairly flew down the mountain.
They fairly flew down the mountain. Her and her trusty old sled. The sled glided over the snow as though it had wings. Her hair was blown back and the wind snatched the hat from her head. She didn’t care. Even as her ears went cold and started to ache, she couldn’t stop smiling. The wind rushed past her and for the first time in a long while she felt free.
Gradually the grade leveled out and the sled slowed, finally coming to a halt as the slope petered out. Lila was out of breath, the wind snatching her breath. Her face was icy to the touch and her ears had gone numb. She slowly unfolded herself from the sled and stood up. Her bottom was slightly damp from where the snow snuck up onto the sled.
‘I don’t remember that from childhood,’ she thought as she dusted off her wet bottom. ‘I suppose that is why I had to wear snow pants.’
The denim she was wearing soaked it up while the waterproof snow pants would have wicked it away. The damp patches were making her skin chilled. Words that never floated through her childhood brain skimmed her thoughts. Words like frostbite and hypothermia. She bend down and picked up the rope tied to the front of the sled. She began the long trek back up the hill, the sled being towed behind.
She remembered the long walk back up the hill and then as now she wished she had some sort of personal ski lift to take her back up to the top. She knew she would enjoy the view from a ski lift just as much as the rush down the mountain.
Now, however she thought of how much a ski lift would cost to put in, and how the fact that it would be only for her own use far to extravagant for her to consider. It was something that could only be added if there were lots of people using the slope. Then it would be smart, but for herself only it would be a waste. She let the thought slip to the side as she trudged back up the hill. This time it wasn’t for another race down but to reach the house and to get warm and dry.
She hadn’t really given much thought to sledding when she woke up. Then she saw the sled, her eyes drifted to the window and as fast as she could button up her coat and jam a hat onto her head she was out of the door.
‘Speaking of hats,’ Lila thought as she spotted a cherry red blob in the snow. She marked over and picked up her fallen hat. She shook off the snow, pulled it on her head and continued up the hill. “Shouldn’t the hill have gotten smaller,’ she thought as she hiked.
It seemed like everything from childhood was smaller when viewed as an adult, at least that’s what her friends told her when they learned she was finally going home. Buildings that were enormous were some how diminished. People who were giants were cut down to regular sized people. It was something everyone agreed on. Yet that hadn’t happened to her.
The house was just as large as she remembered, the mountain just as tall. ‘And the trek back up the hill just as long.’ She shook her head. ‘Maybe everyone started with regular sized things that just seemed large to their child selves. This was large in actuality so it went from monstrously large and just shrunk down to enormous.’
As for people, Lila wasn’t so sure they shrunk at all. In some ways they loomed larger than they had when she left.
Ten til Midnight 