For Week 11 at More Odds Than Ends, I received another of Ray Krawczyk’s fun prompts (and earworms) : There’s a warm wind blowing the stars around. This one didn’t really fall into any of my ongoing universes, so it looks like I might have yet another one. This is just a small snippet of something. Still not sure what.
“Molly! Get out here! You have to see this!” Joey called from the back yard.
I reluctantly put down my book and went to see what the fuss was all about. I stepped out onto the back deck and Joey grabbed my arm.
“Look at that!” He pointed up at the night sky. It was filled with stars.
“What? I see lots of stars. We’re out in the country, that’s not unusual,” I said, staring upwards.
“Just watch,” he breathed.
The lights seemed to fall to earth flashing in and out of the trees across the yard.
The breeze picked up and the warm air flowed over me. The little lights moved with the wind. A peace settled over me that I hadn’t felt in far too long. Joey draped an arm across my shoulders.
“There’s a warm wind blowing the stars around,” he murmured in my ear.
I wrapped my arms around Joey’s waist and we stood there watching the fireflies flitting around the back garden.
Finally, I sighed. “I need to go to bed. I have to go back to work tomorrow.”
Joey tightened his arm around me. “You know, I’ve been thinking. What if we could both work at home? We could move out here permanently. Watch this show every night in the summer. Whaddaya think?”
“I think that would be wonderful. But how are we going to do that? My job doesn’t translate well to working from home,” I said. “And, I’m too old to go looking for a new one. Who’s gonna hire me? I’m an old woman in a young person’s field.”
I started to shift my weight and move back inside. I really did need to start getting ready for bed. I had to be up before dawn on work days. I didn’t want to, the night was beautiful and extraordinarily peaceful.
“I have an idea,” Joey said, a huge grin splitting his face.
“Uh-oh. I know that look. You’ve come up with something impossible,” I said.
“No, no! It’s possible. Might take a little work, but very possible. I think you’ll like it. Trust me.” He was still grinning.
“Okay. I’m listening.”
The fireflies swirled and danced, popping in and out of existence as Joey explained his idea to me.
Head on over to More Odds Than Ends and pick up a spare to see what pops into your head. Or send one in and get one in return.