Working On Happily Ever After

I am calling this one later for a couple of reasons.  First, it’s late.  I should have written and put it up yesterday and it’s later in the story.  It’s late because I wasn’t sure exactly what the next scene would be and had to think through some ideas.  I also had the joy of spending yesterday with my niece, her husband, my two absolutely adorable grandnephews and my sister-in-law.

It’s interesting writing a story using the prompts.  I do find it spurs my creativity.  It is also “seat of my pants” writing because this wasn’t a story I had planned to write and I only have a vague idea of where it is going.

Today’s scene doesn’t have any prompts because I had used those we came up with this week and Keziah Fenton’s scene used the words in yesterday’s post.

So later in the story….

            Jake tossed his keys onto the table by the front door and hung his jacket on the oak coat rack.  It had been a long night.  Some people in Virginia freaked at even the mention of snowfall and any accumulation meant accidents.  Lots of fender benders and cars in ditches.  A few injuries serious enough to warrant a trip to the ER, but thankfully, no fatalities. 

            He’d driven by Ivy’s house before coming home.  There was a light on in the back of the house.  He hadn’t stopped.  He needed sleep before he saw her again.  He wanted—needed—to be alert and focused when they talked.  There was something she needed to know.  Something that affected both of them equally.

            He walked into the bedroom, toed off his shoes and flopped onto the bed fully clothed.  Snow still fell outside, but soft light shone through the uncovered bedroom window and glinted off the piece suspended in front of it.  Blue, green, white, brown and crystal chips of glass floated in a web of multi colored strings.  It swayed in the heat rising from the vent below the window and some of the glass clicked together.  Back and forth, meeting and pulling apart.  Light and shadows flicked across his face and he closed his eyes thinking of dreams lost and dreams found.

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