Wednesday Wish-Place: abandoned spaces
It's a stormy day in the subtropics. Round Three of the day's thunderstorms has just arrived, with rain hammering on the roof in waves. Master Danger, taken outside just as Round Two began, heard the thunder before I did and indicated strongly that he wished to be inside; at the moment he is in his secret hiding place behind the desk, where the scary storm can't get him.
So let's think about hiding places. In fact, because of a story* I'm working on, let's think about abandoned places.
Let's think about an open door like this, the creak of its opening still lingering in an otherwise silent corridor.
Let's think about the room that lies behind the door. (In Real Life, the door is French and the empty room is Italian, but this is a wish-place.) Someone has opened a window, and the still color-rich tapestries stir in the soft sunlit breeze. The air smells of lavender and green growing things.
Who knows what wonders might arrive? Who knows what danger comes with wonder?
May you have a good adventure today, even if it's only in your wishes. :)
*Stonewoods novella for mid-June, anyone?
So let's think about hiding places. In fact, because of a story* I'm working on, let's think about abandoned places.
Let's think about an open door like this, the creak of its opening still lingering in an otherwise silent corridor.
Let's think about the room that lies behind the door. (In Real Life, the door is French and the empty room is Italian, but this is a wish-place.) Someone has opened a window, and the still color-rich tapestries stir in the soft sunlit breeze. The air smells of lavender and green growing things.
Who knows what wonders might arrive? Who knows what danger comes with wonder?
May you have a good adventure today, even if it's only in your wishes. :)
*Stonewoods novella for mid-June, anyone?