Fast Fiction Challenge 2010, Day 146: Bring It On Winter
Title: Bring It On Winter
Word: mute
Challenger: @LunaTinx
Length: 200 words exactly Winter, to me, is always the loneliest of seasons.
I've never thought much of Spring and Autumn, those twins of mediocrity, when people are obliged by society to love both the burgeoning blossom and the turning of the leaves from verdant green to ochre yellow and brown. I loathe them.
Summer reminds many of long walks on freshly mown lawns, of the sun bringing fresh brightness to country fields and valleys; I, on the other hand, am reminded of streaming eyes and the noise of children enjoying themselves pushing unwanted into previously unspoiled peace and quiet. Oh, would that small children were mute!
Three seasons when the joys that people take in them are entirely mysterious to me.
But Winter? No-one makes a fuss of people during Winter. Other seasons may be social, but Winter is a solitary affair for so many.
I visit many solitary people during Winter; it's my job, visiting those whose families have abandoned them or essentially forgotten about them. They are rarely missed, and it's not my affair to wonder which is the larger crime against them: my visit, or that they are never missed.
Winter, to me, is always the busiest of seasons...
© Lee Barnett, 2010
This story is part of the 2010 Fast Fiction Challenge. A list of the first one hundred and twenty-five stories in the challenge can be found here.
The Fast Fiction Challenge - The Book; now available from lulu.com and, if you're in the US, via Amazon.com here; 180 of the best fast fiction challenge stories from the first three years' challenges...
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Word: mute
Challenger: @LunaTinx
Length: 200 words exactly Winter, to me, is always the loneliest of seasons.
I've never thought much of Spring and Autumn, those twins of mediocrity, when people are obliged by society to love both the burgeoning blossom and the turning of the leaves from verdant green to ochre yellow and brown. I loathe them.
Summer reminds many of long walks on freshly mown lawns, of the sun bringing fresh brightness to country fields and valleys; I, on the other hand, am reminded of streaming eyes and the noise of children enjoying themselves pushing unwanted into previously unspoiled peace and quiet. Oh, would that small children were mute!
Three seasons when the joys that people take in them are entirely mysterious to me.
But Winter? No-one makes a fuss of people during Winter. Other seasons may be social, but Winter is a solitary affair for so many.
I visit many solitary people during Winter; it's my job, visiting those whose families have abandoned them or essentially forgotten about them. They are rarely missed, and it's not my affair to wonder which is the larger crime against them: my visit, or that they are never missed.
Winter, to me, is always the busiest of seasons...
© Lee Barnett, 2010
This story is part of the 2010 Fast Fiction Challenge. A list of the first one hundred and twenty-five stories in the challenge can be found here.
The Fast Fiction Challenge - The Book; now available from lulu.com and, if you're in the US, via Amazon.com here; 180 of the best fast fiction challenge stories from the first three years' challenges...
Posted via LiveJournal.app.