Write Now Prompt for November 12, 2013

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At Today’s Author, our first goal is to get you (and us) to write. Write Now is our own collection of prompts to help you do that. With Write Now we’re not talking about writing, or trying to teach anyone how to write. Write Now is all about putting pen to paper.

Today’s Prompt:

The snow storm was not predicted by any of the major weather forecasting outlets, but Joe had spent the whole week telling people to get ready for it.

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One thought on “Write Now Prompt for November 12, 2013

  1. I cheated a bit, but here’s what came out: http://wp.me/p42rf4-1v

    Joe, being who and what he is, sipped at ice cold milk while I heated up my heart with sweet caffeine.

    “Storm’s a coming.” It wasn’t any question, but Joe nodded anyways.

    “Should start Monday, right before dawn.”

    “Won’t be all bad as the ice of ’97 or the snap in ’05, will it?”

    He sighed. Edna popped over, topped up my cuppa, and I tossled her sweet grey curls, in that way only I can get away with.

    “It’ll be a big one. I’ll need your help spreading the word.”

    “I can get out all the old generators too, make sure all the big houses got one.”

    Joe nodded. “Yeah. We’ll have to make sure Ol’ Saint Mary’s has at least three working. Going to need lots of beds too.”

    “Sounds like ’97 all over again. Well, thanks to your warning, I reckon we got outta that a lot better than most.”

    “Wish I could stop it. It’s all part of Mother’s cycle, you know that Miles?”

    “You are what you are. I’ve known ya long enough to see that.”

    “A very Old Man,” he said, getting up from his empty glass. Edna came over, and Joe put a fair wad of bills in her wrinkly old hand.

    “Oh, Joe Snow!” She smiled, bless her heart, but she couldn’t hide the shiver that came with touching Joe. Joe looked at her sheepishly.

    “It’s enough for all you’ll need to get through. Least I can do.”

    Joe and I left Edna’s little place in town square behind, walking out in the middle of the street. This time of day, in our little old town, there ain’t no one who’s going to run you over or even complain.

    We stood in the street, our grey hairs blowing about in the breeze building up. We looked out toward the low sun, away from the wind.

    “I’d offer you a place to stay for the storm, but I reckon you don’t need it.”

    “My home’s coming here. You’d best get to yours, Miles, and give your wonderful Delilah a good kiss. There’s time yet afterwards to get ready.”

    “You do your best to tone down the winter, Old Man. Give my regards to your Mother – hell, give Her all of our regards.”

    “I’ll shorten it, soften it as much as She’ll let me. Least I can do.”

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