#5 Postcard - Fall

It was a dark and stormy night. No, actually, it was a rainy mid morning, surprisingly bright under the overcast. The first days of Texas Fall, cool, wet and windy. Hmmm, just right. I tend to curdle in the harsh sun and crack in the semi-winter.

My kind usually roam, following the whims of weather. I, however, am stuck with a responsible anchor and freedom is twenty-eight months away.

Folding clothes and watching the news is slowly killing me. Maybe relief will come sooner. Everyone seems to believe the world will end. Election day, either way, one side or all sides lose. 

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This short story was inspired by "365 Creative Writing Prompts" and the first prompt was "1. Outside the Window: What's the weather outside your window doing right now? If that's not inspiring, what's the weather like somewhere you wish you could be?"

Starting with weather always seems cliche. The above opening line was written by Edward Bulwer-Lytton in his 1830 novel, Paul Clifford. Since then the opening line has been the subject of parodies. I thought I'd use it anyway because when I really started to think about 'weather,' I realized that it is so much more than if it's sunny or stormy, day or night. Weather reflects the personal too. What's going on in the world? What's going on inside of you?