One of the free writers is in France, one in Florida and one in Switzerland. When preparing this for those that follow our free writes, I messed up and copied Rick's twice. Julia took the prompt and it made me homesick for Switzerland. Next month all three writers should be in Switzerland. Do any of you writers out there use our prompts?
Another one of those days, but I appreciated this one as our drought had simply lasted
Too long!
It kind of looked like one of Switzerland’s famous alp views with a tiny bit of snow underneath the layers of dark gray and very dense clouds covering the Jura chain.
The bench was dry, but I had an umbrella just in case as I enjoyed the view of lake, mounts and clouds.
The sky was a great contrast to my current life, which for once, was not only running smoothly, but where it seemed that I was enjoying an abundance of, metaphorically speaking, blue and sunny skies.
I pondered life’s little quirks and as I arose from my bench and thoughts, I noticed that amongst the gray clouds there was one “peak”. Backlit by the setting sun, it resembled one of my favorite mountains: the Matterhorn.
Julia has written and taken photos and loves syncing up with friends. Her blog can be found: https://viewsfromeverywhere.blogspot.com/
Rick's Free Write
Miguel was tired of the rain. No, not just weary. Annoyed.
The rain was unceasing, unrelenting, endless. It pounded on the skylight and ran in torrents through the streets. They were lucky they lived on the highest point in the village or they might have been flooded like the homes along the river.
At first the rain had brought welcome relief from the drought conditions of the past two years – bad enough that water usage had been rationed for swimming pools, car washes and the like.
That was before the deluge, before the 40 days and 40 nights of near-constant drizzle, drip and downright downpour.
The dog absolutely refused to go out the door and had resorted to pissing on the patio under the overhang.
The patio chairs seemed to be warping before our eyes, and there was a shallow swimming pool for snails on the tabletop.
Forget about a fire in the fireplace; the wood would probably never dry out.
Even the seagulls had stopped flying and simply huddled under the eaves.
Miguel used to love to lay in bed, listening to the patter of the gently falling pluie. Now he covered his ears with a pillow. The sound was maddening.
When he awoke the next morning, he heard... silence. Blissful nothing.
He looked out the window toward the mountains and, behold, a sunrise. Okay, some clouds. But actual sunshine!
“I guess we needed it,” he mumbled.
Rick Adams is an aviation journalist and publisher of www.aviationvoices.com
D-L's Free Write
Leigh opened her eyes in the strange room as she snuggled under the duvet. She had been so tired when she fell into the hotel bed, she'd forgotten to close the curtain.
Outside the sun was trying to hide behind the clouds. Unlike in the valley, no leaves were on the trees, but they swayed in the heavy wind.
Less than 24 hours ago her boss had yelled that she wasn't doing enough. She'd had two weeks of 10 hours days.
Standing up, she yelled back. "I quit," walked out of the office, took her car from the company garage and eased into the bumper-to-bumper traffic along the quai until she came to the autoroute, which was still heavy trafficked.
She drove East for three hours, took an unknown exit and didn't stop until she reached a mountain village. Like the village the hotel was small, six rooms.
It was quiet except for the wind. No neighbor foot steps as the left for work, no muffled traffic, no car horns.
What she done? Would the company take her back? Would she even ask?
She pulled the duvet up to her chin and fell back asleep.
D-L has had 17 fiction and non fiction books published. Check out her website at:. https://dlnelsonwriter.com Her 300 Unsung Women will be published this month.
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