Ah November. National Novel Writing Month (hands up if you're one of the crazies), Neil Gaiman's birthday month (the 10th), the month of the Cambridge Literary Festival and the Chorleywood Literary Festival (swoon). Oh, and the Salem Literary Festival...the list goes on. Bottom line, it's an excellent time of year to be a word nerd.
Also, my daughter was born in November. I wrote this 100 word piece a few years ago about her birth.
The trees stand stiff against a slate sky, stripped to their bones, the leaves of summer now brown and decaying in heaps around their roots. It is November again.
The cold gray holds silent.
But there is life still, hidden within things. Crocus embryos curled deep beneath the soil waiting for Spring. Ladybugs huddled together beneath the bark, keeping warm. I imagine them breathing and dreaming little ladybug dreams of bringing luck and munching aphids.
Inside me too there is life. Fists curled against the dewy fine hair of her face, a tiny heart thrumming.
She stirs. It is time.
The word prompt that week was "within". This time, I'm pulling a different word from my take on the prompt. Your word this week is: