Jane glanced at her bed table to check the time. A pale blue light glowed; 6:30 a.m. She smiled, it was exactly the same time as her biological clock sheltered inside her head.
“It is time to start moving” she thought. Drowsily she walked towards her large bedroom window to scrutinize the sky. It was dark, with black, and all possible shades of gray clouds.
It was cold, so cold she could feel it deep in her bones. It was Sunday. From experience she knew it would be a long and boring day. Time would crawl like Salvador Dalí’s clocks. Bended. Exhausted. Hanging from a limb, almost too tired to tic.
For no special reason she felt a bit sad and nostalgic. And the day blended in perfectly with her mood. “What to do to on glum days like these?”, she muttered.
Then a bright idea popped out of her head. “What about John?”, she thought. He was the perfect companion for such an occasion–witful, amusing and flooded with stories. “Yes, John is the perfect selection for a day like this”, she concluded.
She fetched her iPhone sleeping deep inside her robe’s warm pocket and carefully dialed his number.
—“Morning John, this is Jane. Did I wake you up?”
—“Hi Jane. Not at all. You know I’m an early bird. What’s up?”
—“Everything indicates that today will be a long, damp and cold day. Would you be interested in dropping over for a good game of Scrabble and a tea break about mid afternoon?”
—“Scrabble? I’m not very good with words you know; but yes, I’ll pick up the glove. Great! I’m in. I’ll be there sharp, like a Swiss watch.”
They both talked some polite niceties and then closed the call.
—John did not.
Okay, how about a good short story—today— for a change? The photograph is a good start and the table has been set with a suggested introduction for a short story. Would you like to finish the story? If you have a knack with words and a rich imagination, it’s a piece of cake.
I’ll be waiting in the wings. The ball is in your court.