The word from Denise at GirlieOntheEdge this week is “connection”. The rules? Write a story, (or poem or memoir), that is Six Sentences, exactly, and includes some form of or connection to the word “connection”. Read and comment on your fellow Sixers’ Sixes, a great way to connect with other writers.
He crept out of bed, careful not to wake her.
He noticed she was sleeping later and later these rainy days, though upon awaking she would badger him about silver linings and rainbows and being your own sunshine— her usual Kumbaya crap.
He was as fed up with her and her sunny disposition as he was with the incessant clouds and drizzle.
He quietly got dressed as rain drummed grayly at the window.
Reaching again into the dresser drawer he flushed as his fingers grasped ahold of it and he drew it out, held it, almost reverently at first, the metal as gray and cold as the damp dawn.
She couldn’t tell him that there wasn’t a connection between weather and state of mind.