Location: Tackling the Task of Typing on a wobbly table at Starbucks
(complete with almost-spilled iced coffee and an alliteration)

Great Image from CSnyder
Status: When someone tell you that they are currently “in-between” jobs, you immediately assume (or rather, I immediately assume) they are guiltily enjoying their free time. So when I got the opportunity to take some “time-off” (read: can’t find a new job), I was looking forward to all the time I would have to spend on things like writing.
Unfortunately, my love of reading has taken over as a procrastination tool. I find myself up until all hours of the night reading like a maniac. Why don’t I do this for my writing? So today I resolved to do just that for the next week and see how it goes.
In the meantime here is my latest submission to Readers on a Deadline at the Deadline Dames site. As per usual, you take inspiration from an image given and write a short blurbette. My inspiration kinda went wild with this one and might turn into more of a short story later on. We’ll see
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The WeatherMaker
It wasn’t meant to be like this, Kara stared out the large bay window to the countryside below. The picture that unfolded was still one of relative calm. Dark shapes of farmers dotted the landscape as fields of wheat swayed in the breeze. The sky above held a collective feeling of unrest, despite remaining a quiet shade of light blue.
Idly, Kara wondered how everyone could simply go about their day. The WeatherMaker was dead! She was murdered, for sky’s sake! Never mind the fact that she was also Kara’s mother and their Monarch; the townspeople should be worried for their lives. With vivid clarity, horrible scenes of tornados and ice storms played across Kara’s mind as she imagined the infinite possibilities of disaster. Without the WeatherMaker here to balance the sky, who would protect them?
Unbidden, the image of her mother sprawled across the stone floor of the balcony flashed. Stop. Kara halted the spiraling downfall of her memories. Now is not the time for dwelling in the past or for getting lost in the horrible possibilities of the future.
Now is the time to stay focused on the present. On avenging the murder of the WeatherMaker, her mother’s murder. Since she was gone, the responsibility of warm summers, temperate winters, and safety from disaster was now Kara’s.
With newfound resolve, Kara turned her back from the large bay window. Donning her traveling cloak and pulling the hood high over her head Kara’s storm grey eyes were focused. Outside the window, the farmers paused in their work in the wheat fields to lift their heads towards the sky. The once quiet blue now rumbled with dark storm clouds.
As Kara softly closed the door behind her, the first crack of lighting whipped across the sky.