I can’t seem to stop writing about cold weather and freezing temperatures. It’s like I’m obsessed with them. Here is this week’s 99 word flash fiction. The prompt was ‘ice.’
Patrick is romantic but it could be wasted on me. It’s not that I don’t appreciate his gestures. I just don’t remember them.
This has been a tough Maine winter, turning my thoughts to the need for some protection from the cold. I’m sending an appeal for help to Washington.
I have some strong opinions about toilet paper, so don’t discount this as a crappy essay before you read it. It might wipe away some of your entrenched ideas on the subject.
There was a fresh snowfall on New Year’s Day 2017, and I took a photo through our wreath. The snow, like the upcoming year, was perfect and unspoiled. Here is a look back at some highlights of what transpired.