Sarah Ann Hall

Reporting on writing in progress or, more probably, not; practising flash fiction.

Two for Tuesday #9 – Winter’s Coming

with 4 comments

Here’s my entry for this week’s Two for Tuesday Challenge courtesy of Andy Black.


‘Standard prompt:
plain view

Non-Standard Prompt:
This week for the alternative prompt, write a story that opens with the words: “The sky was the color of dryer lint.” As per usual with the Non-standard prompt there is no word limit (to allow for more in depth explorations) but there is a minimum of 200 words.’



Winter’s Coming (320 words)

The sky was the colour of dryer lint as the boys strained forwards and stared, their backs to a crackling fire.

‘It won’t be long now,’ the eldest asserted.

‘It can’t be,’ agreed the middle one.

‘I hope not,’ piped the youngest.

They had come down to breakfast just like they did every morning. It was only when they were ready to leave that the ringing phone had stopped them.

‘You boys better shut that door tight,’ mother had called. ‘School’s closed.’

The three of them threw off bags and coats and danced around the kitchen table.

‘Out,’ mother’s voiced trailed after them as they thundered up the stairs.

They had crashed from bedroom to bedroom in search of alien bandits, chased pirates across the landing, sought dinosaurs behind the bath, and discovered gold in father’s study.

After a lunch of waffles, they felt drowsy, exhausted by their mammoth expeditions. They asked mother if they could turn the sofa and watch for what the town expected, awaited. They sat, three wise monkey-like, looking out, examining. The scene was the same as usual but, as the afternoon strolled towards evening, the sky darkened. The clouds ceased their scudding and piled into one another, growing and rising.

Mother banked up the fire. The youngest dozed between his brothers who re-ran the battles of the morning, devising alternative tactics to rout the bandits once and for all. They were so engrossed that they almost missed it and the youngest, roused and refreshed, claimed to have seen it first.

When he woke, the plain view outside was gone. Every flat surface glistened with the kiss of frost, the amber-glow of street lights sparkled in the distance, and the clouds hung low like over-due cows.

And then it happened. About the size of a marrowfat pea, the colour and consistency of marshmallow, taking the course of a stunned fly, the first flake of winter fell.




4 Responses

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  1. A lovely portrait of three rambunctious boys with an unexpectedly free day anticipating the first snow. And with descriptions such as clouds hanging “like over-due cows,” what’s not to enjoy here. Thanks for playing along…


    May 25, 2013 at 2:10 pm

    • Rambunctious – haven’t heard that in ages – such a good word. I was trying for descriptions that the boys might think off, hence over-due cows.
      And it’s fun to play – thanks for hosting.

      Sarah Ann

      May 25, 2013 at 5:07 pm

  2. I simply adored this Sarah, I loved your descriptiveness, especially the last 2 paragraphs – thank you.


    May 26, 2013 at 10:04 am

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