PHOTO PROMPT © Ceayr
BEATS COFFEE
© Kelvin M. Knight, 2019
Weather was fun.
This midlife revelation rocked Andrew. For too long he’d accepted the blueness of his position: his perfectionism; his workaholic nature; his awkwardness in social situations; his loneliness.
This morning there were no storm clouds. Today the sun was glorious and Andrew’s lawn glistened. Grinning, he rushed outside in his boxers and charged downstairs to his lawn where he threw himself down. The wetness on his back was cold but exhilarating. Trembling, he stretched out his arms and legs, then waved them about. Tears of joy dripped down his cheeks as he made the biggest dew angel ever.
(100 words)
Thanks, as ever, to Rochelle for hosting this weekly photo driven writing prompt. Other writers’ imaginative take on this picture can be found by clicking the la’al blue froggy below.
Enjoy!
Kelvin M. Knight 
Ahhh … it sounds like something many responsible men must go through when they retire.
It’s as if he had to get in touch with his inside child to accept that it was OK to be without responsibilities. I know someone like that. I’m going to read this to him when I see him.
Nicely written, Kelvin. Sorry, I’m late … but I can’t seem to catch up. Mmmmm summer fever.
Isadora 😎
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Mmmmm indeed. I can picture you soaking up that sun, Isadora. Thanks for commenting. Better late than never. So my dear Mother used to say!
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Andrew got out of his prison!
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Kelvin, you’ve made me want to go give this guy a big maternal hug, although he’d probably be embarrassed to death by that 🙂
Nice to see you, by the way. You went missing for a bit, didn’t you?
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Nice to see you Linda. I have been away(ish) my blog is always here. Been busy with some collections of flash fiction. I have been reading the FF stories as much as I can, though. Missing your little alien friends!
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Aw, thanks 🙂 It’s been a while since the muse stirred up a story for them, but they’re not forgotten 🙂
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Sometimes you just have to stop and make the dew angels. First time hearing of them, but now the seed has been planted!
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Awesome! I hope those seeds are nurtured and grow very quickly indeed.
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Lovely story, Kelvin. We live in such a wonderful, beautiful world, and occasionally something wakes us up to that. Andrew sounds as though he’s enjoying such a moment. Your story captures his exhilaration perfectly!
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Thanks, Penny. Isn’t that feeling of exhilaration lovely! We should all experience it a bit more. A lot more!
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I felt his excitement! I haven’t made a dew angel for ages though I must confess to a snow angel a few months ago – much to the embarrassment of my granddaughter!
My go at Friday Fictioneers!
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Awesome Keith. That’s the way to do it!
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Such beautiful simplicity…loved escaping and feeling Andrew’s freedom 😇
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Thank you CarlyK1111. Freedom is everything!
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I’m glad his mid-life crisis has turned out to be a lot more positive than quitting his job and buying a sports car!
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Haha. Absolutely. Personal enlightenment is to much cheaper!!
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Oh my, how I LOVED this….
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Thanks DB. Very kind of you to say so…
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A little mid-life crisis? It might be a good prescription for the rest of us. Nicely done.
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Just what the doctor ordered. Some sensual therapy.
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Haha
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Welcome back, Kelvin. Andrew’s made a good start. Now comes the hard work
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Ohhh absolutely, Neil. Thanks, it is nice to be back.
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If only we could all break free from convention like this! 🙂
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Absolutely Iain. Andrew is one unshacked soul. Thanks for reading and commenting. Hope you are well.
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Dear Kelvin,
I loved Andrew’s newfound freedom. I hope his neighbors weren’t watching. 😉 Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I would be embarrassed too Rochelle but somehow I don’t think Andrew would care. Unless the police turned up then I’m sure he would be mortified.
Thanks for reading.
How I’ve missed your shalom.
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