I got a little behind in my blogging this week, but here a day late is the continuing excerpts from my “flash fiction” stories. The prompt this time was “Winter is the only season we can be together.” Possibly carrying some of the melancholy from the previous day’s story, I found myself writing a very bittersweet romance, about a woman in love with a dryad, a tree spirit, who can only meet her in winter. Here’s the beginning.
Winter is the only season we can be together. Every year I watch impatiently for the signs. The temperatures dropping day by day, the birds making their pilgrimage south, the ice slowly, so very slowly, forming across the lake.
I know the village thinks me eccentric, with a kind of amused tolerance that I both accept and despise.
Spring, summer and fall I live alone in the big old house beside the lake. Built by my great-grandfather, built for his dreams of an expanding family tree, children and grandchildren on down the line, he never would have expected that by now there would be only me. Only me to rattle about amongst the many empty rooms. I closed off most of them, made a kind of smaller house within the bigger one. My kitchen, my bedroom, my library, and outside, my garden. That’s all I need.
Because in the winter, I have him.
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Very touching. You put a lot of emotion in a short narrative. Well done!