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Thursday, April 25, 2013

W is for Walk in the Clouds

I have joined the group  "Blogging from A to Z.  This is a  a month long challenge to write a short story everyday and each day corresponding to the letter of the alphabet.  I have linked up the site - simply click on the name so that you might read any sort of short story from the huge line-up available.  The stories are supposed to be short so that many can be read, quickly.  Simply a titillation of talent.  Happy reading, and thank you for joining me.  

W for Walk in the Clouds

The digital thermometer on her computer said it was a warm 55 degrees at 8:00 am.  She was determined to add more exercise to her life, she wasn’t getting any younger but she could maintain her fitness! 

Hunching into her medium weight coat, she stuffed a pair of winter gloves into her pocket for “just in case”.   Smiling, she pulled the ski band over her head instead of the hat she had been wearing for the past few months.  Spring is here!  The days will become sun-filled tanning marathons.

Stepping out of the house, she is immediately taken back to her youth.  Those days when the warm air hit the snow piles of winter and filled the air with fog.  A mist so thick it left dewy droplets on your cheeks and eyelashes. 

Walking down the sidewalk she stretched her arms out and spun in circles, laughing.  She noticed she could barely see her fingertips. She stopped up short, peered backward toward the house.  The grandchildren would love this.

Storming back into the house, she called for the kids to don their coats and boots.  Hurry, she extolled them, hurry.  We want to capture the moment.  Imprint this in YOUR memories.  This is special.

The five of them poured out of the house.  The mist curling around them.  Enveloping.  Only the muffled sound of “ooh”  or “aah” was discernible within the thick fog. 

From across the yard they heard her call out, “Marco”.  Without a seconds hesitation, they knew the game was on.  “Polo” drifted across the yard from five separate locations.  Their voices muffled and fragmented they played outside until at last the sun burned up the last of the mist.

“Thank you Me-Maw.  Thank you for our walk in the clouds”  She smiled as she was hugged and kissed and thanked throughout the day.  It was a memory she would be able to call up long after they had grown.  She knew she would always be a part of each of them.



  1. I am glad i visited your site, I will have to go to A to see the start of your stories, I've linked your blog to my W post, hope you have a blessed day.

    Amanda - Realityarts-Creativity
    Art Blog

  2. "W" is for Wonderful (which this post is). You painted a picture with words!