This week, we challenged the Story Dam writers community with the following prompt:
By now, many of you will have experienced the first frost of the season. Let’s work with that.
- Dam Burst – Write a piece, non-fiction or fiction, in which your character is experiencing first frost of the year.
- Wet Feet – Your prompt is the same as the Dam Burst prompt. Try to add feeling and descriptive detail by focusing on what your character’s senses are picking up. It could be a smell (or lack of), the chill on their skin, or even the way the landscape changes under the cover of that frost. Have fun. Use your imagination.
Here’s what I came up with. As always, your comments and critique are welcome and encouraged.
“Relax! You have time. You just can’t dawdle this morning.”
“I don’t have time. I woke up almost an hour later than I normally do. I was supposed to meet Bill this morning before the… the… uh…”
“Yes! See? Oh man… we are both screwed.”
“Bill knows what he’s doing. He’ll be fine. How many times has he prayed over here?”
“Pretty much every time we get our grade reports, I know that much.”
“You are so bad.” she smiled.
“Yeah well, it’s true. If he put half the amount of effort into studying that he does girls?”
“That’s no way to talk about the new pastor.”
“HA! I know, right? That still cracks me up. Of all the parts, he decided to audition for clergy. He never ceases to amaze me. I still say he has something up his sleeve.”
Jenna stood in front of the hazy, bubble shaped dial; squinting to see the tiny red number. Uncrossing her arms from the bear hug she had on her robe, she adjusted the thermostat ten degrees and flipped the yellowing switch on top to heat. “It got cold in here last night.”
“Owb, I nowb!” Eddie spit a mouthfull of toothpaste into the sink. “I almost didn’t want to get in the shower this morning. We need to get our extra blankets out of storage this weekend when we get back from your mom’s.”
The smell of the unused heater filled the small apartment. Jenna always loved the way that smell felt like heat. It would be another fifteen minutes before the space actually warmed up, but something about that smell comforted her—almost as if it assured her that the coming warmth was safe—homey.
Eddie rushed through the living room toward the kitchen.
He frantically looked around the bar sized counter. “Ok, keys… keys…watch… got it…”
“I love you.”
He stopped and looked at her. His rushed face softened as he walked over to her perch above the floor vent and gently kissed her. “Warming the buns?” he grinned.
The side of her mouth turned up; half coy, half embarrassed that he noticed her straddling the vent. “Hush” she whispered.
“Ok. I have fifteen minutes. Campus is ten minutes away. Let’s hope there’s parking!” Eddie sprinted out the side door to the driveway.
“OH, SON OF A B….”
Jenna ran out the door after him.
“What’s the matter, bab…” her voice caught in her throat. The beginning of her question hung in a thick cloud of breath, slowly gliding through the frigid air. “OH MY GOD! It is FREEZING out here!”
The driveway sent prickles through her feet, causing her to become painfully aware that she was barefoot. She danced in place, trying to keep her feet from touching the frozen cement for too long.
“DAMN IT! Why does it always happen when I’m late?” Eddie cursed under his breath as he roughly scraped at the thick layer of frost on the windshield. The entire top half of the sedan was a patchwork of crystalline swirls and criss-cross patterns that looked like a giant, frozen net.
He looked at her bouncing from one foot to the other and burst out laughing. He looked at the car, then back at her—her cheeks already turning a rose color after just a few seconds.
“You know what? That’s what he gets. He should have known that trying to act like a religious man would cause hell to freeze over.” His smile widened. “Come on, let’s go get you warmed back up.”