The Snowwoman Wears Prada

 Different from the I WRITE posts, this is a short story written for the Winter 24 hour writing contest. Writers are given a prompt and have 24 hours to write and submit a story based on the prompt with a limit for words.

WINTER 2024

The prompt: It was a cozy neighborhood where everybody knew everyone else and there was never a shortage of people to help when one was in need. There was also a lot of tomfoolery going on, which he and his wife had always enjoyed, until now. The winter snowman practical jokes had been funny over the years but, this time, their neighbor had taken it way too far…  (1,000 words)

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The Snowwoman Wears Prada

After two days of heavy snowfall, Harry was struggling to get the family home from vacation driving slowly with caution on hazardous roads and dodging disabled cars and accident scenes.

He gave a deep sigh. “We’re not going to get home until midnight at this rate.”

“We’ll be fine,” Lisa answered, glancing over her shoulder, and seeing Spence sleeping.

At home, after managing to get down the unplowed back alleyway, Harry pulled into the garage. Lisa unhooked Spence’s seatbelt and Harry tried to lift him out of the car.

“Not happening,” he said quietly then walked his half sleeping son to bed. As Spence went to the bathroom, Harry threw the Indian blanket across the bed. He was able to remove Spence’s sweater, shoes, and socks and get him to lay down on the blanket. The boy was asleep before the comforter was tucked around him.

After the long drive and unpacking, it was time for bed. Lisa looked out the side window as the snow was letting up and moonlight cast deep blue shadows on the snow. Very tired and relaxed to be home, they both fell into a deep sleep.

The first early light woke Spence. He lay there thinking about all the things he did on vacation – hiking, learning fly fishing, going to restaurants, and movies. He managed to untangle himself from the comforter and, wondering if it was still snowing, he walked quietly to the living room window. Pushing the curtains aside, looking out on the front yard, he screamed.

His loud scream jolted both of them awake with Harry up first and running. Spence ran and clutched his father as he came into the room.

There was a nightmarish assembly of snowmen approaching the house. There was a hodgepodge of mismatched accessories, and all had large black eyes and frozen grins. The many protruding arms made with gnarled branches created a sense of movement coming toward the house. In the dim light, they appeared terrifying to a 10-year-old boy who had recently seen “The Snowmen of Wolf Mountain.”

Looking up, his voice quavering, he said, “Why are they here? Why did they come here?”

Lisa rushed into the living room. As Harry moved toward the window Spence broke away and ran to his mother.

“What is it Harry? Spence, whatever it is I’m sure it’s all right,” Lisa assured him as she tried to move to the window.

“No! No! Stay here with me!” Spence yelled. “Why are they here? Remember the movie - the killer snowmen? Do you think it could be true? Why are they here?”

Turning from the window, running his hand through his hair, Harry looked at Lisa. “He had a hard time sleeping the night he saw that movie. It really was more a M movie and not a PG one.”

“What is out there?” Lisa demanded, hurrying to the window.

In their absence neighbors had built a variety of snowmen to welcome them home. As the morning light increased it was easier to see them. The biggest one in front wore a straw hat with donkey ears and had a small Welcome Home sign around its neck written in red marker that had run down in streaks. There was a small one with a sand shovel taped to an arm and several with radish noses and short pine pieces protruding out of their heads instead of a hat. There were two wearing hoodie zip up jackets with hoods over their heads and sleeves hanging from long branches.

Lisa started laughing and her son was not amused.

“Mom, it’s not funny!” he cried, looking from his mother to his father. “Why are they here?”

“Well, it IS sort of funny. Come over and stand by me and look at them,” Lisa said. “The snowmen aren’t coming after us. That was just a movie. The snowmen aren’t going to hurt you. Or snowwoman, look at the one with Mrs. Moore’s fancy Prada scarf, isn’t going to hurt you.”

Spence moved cautiously to the window.

“I believe Josh and Danny and some of the parents made them to welcome us home,” his father explained, “See the welcome home sign.”

Spence said, “It looks like blood.”

“No, it’s just marker. I see Josh’s hoodie on that one and the little one has Connor’s T-ball cap on,” Harry said as he pointed them out.

“Now that the sun is coming out I can see them better. I’m sorry I was scared. I shouldn’t have watched that movie.”

Over breakfast it was decided to keep this morning’s excitement to themselves.

After cleaning up the kitchen, everyone dressed to go outside. The neighborhood was busy with snow blowing driveways and shoveling sidewalks. Down the street there was yelling at a snowball fight and Spence ran to join in.

As neighbors visited and helped each other, Lisa and Harry thanked them for the welcome home and commented on the creativity of the snowmen and snowwomen. Lisa left Josh’s favorite hoodie at his house and returned the Prada scarf to Mrs. Moore.

As the days began to warm, the hats and clothes were shed from the shrinking snow people. Lisa and Harry gathered them and invited the neighbors to claim their clothes and enjoy some hot cider and cinnamon buns.

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I Write - Snow Days

 At our monthly Writing is Fun meetings we decide a prompt for writing for the next meeting. Length is set at 2 pages so we can read them at the meeting. There is quite a diversity of writing. Some are real life recollections, some fictional vignettes, and sometimes there's a poem.

The prompt for January 2023 was Winter. Here's what I wrote. A little true, a little not.

Snow Day– Carol Kagan

It was an overcast and gray afternoon in January when an announcement came over the classroom’s loudspeaker.

“The weather service is forecasting snow starting this afternoon and continuing through the night and all day tomorrow with significant accumulation. School will be closed tomorrow. We will assess the situation for Friday so watch for announcements on TV.”

Happiness surrounded me throughout the classroom. The teacher sat down and let the ping-ponging conversations bounce around the room.

“Kathy! Joyce! Let’s see if you can sleep over tonight.”

“Hey, Bruce, don’t you have an extra sled? There should be enough snow after lunch tomorrow to go sledding at the elementary school.”

“Can you bring your Game of Life over?”

Who doesn’t love a snow day- a day off school?

Me.

As the 15-year-old primary caretaker of my brothers and sisters – 8, 7, 6, and 5, the snow day would be a nightmare. We would be imprisoned indoors in a small rental house while my mother was working – 8 hours of work and most likely 2 hours of commuting by bus.

There would be fighting, crying, toys and games strewn about and refusals to clean up. And rejections of what I made for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The refrains would be the usual:  “You’re not my mother.” “You can’t make me.” “I’m going to tell mom when she gets home.” It wouldn’t be a good day for her either.

I needed a plan if I were to make it out the other side of the snow day.

This was post-Christmas and there were a few new games that were played only once or twice. Okay, get these out. Only soap operas on TV so nothing there. Reading stories. No, never worked to get them settled down. Coloring books and crayons would need to be hunted up from the bottom of the toy boxes or under the bed or behind the sofa. And I needed to hide whatever weapons I could find – the yo-yo’s and paddle balls, for sure.

It was already snowing at a good rate when the school bus dropped us off. I ran upstairs, threw my books and coat on my bed, and went downstairs. The kids were still in their jackets and boots kneeling on the sofa, curtains pushed back, and watching the snow falling thick and fast..

I called for them to hang up their coats and put the school stuff on their beds. One head turned around and looked at me then went back to looking outside.

I went to the phone and dialed WE 6-1212 to hear the latest weather forecast.

“Today is January 8. Weather Information for Baltimore and environs. Snow is expected this evening through the night and during the day tomorrow. Accumulation will be between 10 to 14 inches. Roadways and bridges may be impassable. Caution is advised. Temperatures will be in the low 30’s during the day and high 20’s at night.”

No reprieve there. Mom finally got home and after dinner she told the kids they needed to behave and listen to me tomorrow. They couldn’t go outside and needed to play together in the house.

“I’ll make a special dessert tomorrow night if you are good during the day for Betty.”

After they were in bed for the night, I hunted up the weapons, crayons and a few coloring books and got out the games.

Thursday morning nobody wants cereal. Three of four want French toast and one wants scrambled eggs. I make scrambled eggs and Kyle, the 7-year-old, pouts and refuses to eat. He pushes his plate away and knocks his milk over. While I clean up and get the dishes into the sink they start going through the games spread along the wall. Boxes are opened, game pieces are scattered, arguing commences about who is going to play what. I move into the living room.

“Let’s all sit down in a circle and put Hungry Hippos in the middle,” I say. As I load the marbles into each of the four hippo stations, it begins.

Jenna immediately says, “I want to be the orange one.”

“No, I want the orange one,” Gina proclaims. “You can have the green one.”

Kyle announces, “I’m the oldest and I’m taking the green one.”

“You are not the oldest! Betty is the oldest. Jenna can take the green one.”

“Then I’ll take the yellow one.”

“If I can’t have the orange one,” Jenna says, “I want the yellow one.”

“Okay, I’ll take the green one. It’s the one I wanted anyway.”

Gina leans in and growls, “You can’t have it just because you want it. Jenna can have it.”

“Jenna doesn’t want it. She wants yellow. I’m taking green.”

Georgie, the youngest, scoots around the circle until he is in front of the blue one. Then the others figure out where they need to sit. It becomes obvious that sitting in front of the hippo’s lever isn’t a good position. They need to lay down on their stomachs and stretch out on the floor. I tell Georgie he gets to release the first marble.

“Why does he get to go first?” Gina wants to know.

“Because he didn’t argue about what color he would get. Once the marble is caught then Jenna gets to release one. Then you, then Kyle. Then keep going. When all the marbles are caught, call me and we can count up who has the most.”

“We can do that,” Kyle declares. “We know how to count.”

“I’m not letting him count mine,” Gina huffs.

“I didn’t say I would count yours or everybody’s. I just said we can count and she doesn’t need to do it.”

It was 8:15 a.m., the beginning of the longest day of the year so far.

When mom came home at 6:30, before she got the door closed and her headscarf off, she heard the complaints starting. She looked over at me and mouthed the words “I’m so sorry.”

I took the grocery bag she brought home and herded the kids into the living room to watch the Flintstones on TV, then warmed up her dinner while she changed clothes.

In the bag there was some condensed milk and chocolate syrup. I knew we would get her special dessert no matter what. Snow ice cream with chocolate drizzle.

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I Write - Unstoppable

 At our monthly Writing is Fun meetings we decide a prompt for writing for the next meeting. Length is set at 2 pages so we can read them at the meeting. There is quite a diversity of writing. Some are real life recollections, some fictional vignettes, and sometimes there's a poem.

The prompt for September 2024 was Carnivals or Fairs. Here's what I wrote.

Unstoppable

It was the first week in October and Mayville was the last stop for the carnival before the trucks packed up and headed south. Josie and Dylan paid for their wrist bands and went around the corner to the gate. As soon as they entered the smell of kettle corn, grilled meats, and caramel apples swirled through the cool, light breeze. There was a small merry-go-round playing circus music with farm animals moving up and down among the horses and nearby there was a pirate ship, with parents and kids, swinging back and forth in front of a large canvas ocean. Screams from the bumper cars mixed with the midway sounds - "pop!pop!" of air rifles "tink!tink!" at the ring toss booth, and “clack! clack!” of the Wheel of Fortune.

Josie grabbed Dylan's arm and leaned into him. "I'm glad we brought our jackets. Once the sun goes down it's going to get chilly."

"And I'm the one who will have to make the run to the car to get them," Dylan chuckled. "Let's start with something to eat then hit the midway."

At the food cart "Tonight's Food" was listed on a blackboard and various condiments were lined up on the table nearby. The large trashcans were full, and a large brick held down a small supply of napkins.

“Yes. Hot dogs, and they have brown mustard,” Dylan said. “I’ll have two dogs and fries with gravy and a root beer.”

Josie looked at the hot dogs that a kid had bought and wrinkled her nose. “I’ll have two slices of pizza and a Coke. I’m saving myself for a funnel cake later.”

The dining tables were lined up between the midway and the bumper car booth. Right in front of the dining area was a “High Striker” to rate your strength. After cleaning up Dylan walked over, and turning to Josie, pulled up the sleeves on his “Real men love cats” tee shirt, gave the strong man stance to show his biceps, and picked up the hammer.

Whomp! He hit the platform. The ball only reached five stars for Superman, so he decided to take the other two turns allotted. Whomp! It reached seven stars for Champion and so did the third one.

“I’ll take a turn and see how I do,” Josie said as she stepped up to take the hammer. “Oh, the hammer’s heavy.”

Dylan laughed quietly. “You’re pretty strong and you go to the gym at least three times a week. And you were on your way home from the Performance Agility Camp when we met on the bus. You’ll do okay. For you, Superman will be Wonder Woman.”

Josie clutched the hammer with both hands and raised it high. WHOMP! DING! She reached eleven stars for Unstoppable. Then she quietly laid the hammer down and turned toward Dylan.

He slowly approached, reached out, and hugged her to him, laughing softly in her ear, “I’m standing behind you when the bad guys come.”

They worked their way through the midway, garnering a hacky sack ball and a small stuffed lamb. It was dark, getting chilly, and as predicted, he got their jackets from the car. Josie had her knit gloves in a pocket, and he grabbed his leather work gloves. He held up his coat and checked the inside pocket then he tucked his gloves in his pocket.

The carnival was closing at 10 o’clock so Dylan led Josie to the Ferris wheel. It was at the far end of the midway, away from most of the noise and giving great views across the fields to the mountains. This was the last stop for couples and most of the cars were loaded. “Here Comes the Sun” and “California Dreaming” rose up from the base as the wheel began to slowly turn. They slipped on their jackets before sliding into the car.

“This is so peaceful and a nice way to wrap up the night,” Josie sighed as she leaned into Dylan who wrapped his arm over her shoulders.

The wheel went slowly, allowing everyone a chance to take in the views. You could see stars and the moon. Car lights zig-zagged along a faraway road. On the downward arc they could see the midway booths begin closing down. Some of the workers were heading to a large tent at the other far end of the field.

Dylan leaned in and began kissing Josie. They were still in a world of their own as the wheel paused to let riders off. The young boy operating the wheel smiled to himself as he skipped them so they could have a longer ride.

They were at the top when the music stopped and Josie said softly, “I guess it will be our turn next.”

A few kisses later the lights on the Ferris wheel went out. Then they noticed there were hardly any lights on. How long had they been occupied? No one was at the bottom of the wheel or, for that matter, anywhere else. They called down but no one was around to hear them. Everyone had gone to the big tent, brightly lit, and blasting music.

They called until they were hoarse and realized it was no use. Josie noticed that Dylan was getting nervous. His leg was jiggling up and down, he was looking over the side and several times called out again. She sat quiet for a few minutes looking down over the side of the car. She had to do something. She reached out and touched his knee.

“Give me your work gloves,” she said calmly.

Putting on the work gloves she asked him to tightened the wrist straps. When done, she slowly pushed the lap bar away and stood up. Dylan was speechless as he watched her lift her foot over the side.

“Wait! What? I don’t understand,” Dylan, still hoarse from yelling, stammered.

She rested the foot on the outside circle of the wheel. With the precision of a tightrope walker she moved her other foot, balanced herself, bent from the waist, secured her gloved hands on the wheel, and slowly lowered herself to the spoke.

He leaned over the side, knowing not to shout, and quietly breathed out, “You’re crazy.”

She looked into his eyes and said, “I’m unstoppable … and I love you.”

Then hand over hand she lowered herself to the hub of the wheel and then again down the bottom spoke.

Dylan watched from the side of the car as she ran for the big tent. He reached into his inside pocket. The small box was still there. His plan for tonight was thwarted.

But, he thought, “Maybe this is a good thing because, seriously, that diamond is not big enough.”

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How to Prepare and Care for Floral Bouquets

How wonderful it is to receive a beautiful florist bouquet whether it be on Valentine’s Day or at any time. Keeping those flowers fresh and vibrant for as long as possible can be a challenge. Here are a few tips to help you. 

Prepare the vase. Start with a clean vase that is tall enough for the height of the flowers and the vase opening is large enough for the bundle of flowers. Fill the vase with 3 parts cool water and use the packet of floral food provided. 

Prepare the flowers and foliage. Trim the stems at a 45-degree angle using sharp scissors or pruning shears to increase water absorption. Cutting the stems underwater helps prevent water blockage by air. Remove leaves that will be submerged in the vase water. 

Arrange the flowers. Start by putting the largest and tallest in the center or at the back. Gather the medium ones around the taller ones and place the shorter ones around the edges and in gaps to add texture and color. Vary the heights and layers to create depth. Avoid a flat, one-dimensional look. Trim some stems to shorten, if needed.

Consider adding a sentimental or seasonal item (pinecone, a small tree branch, etc.) to personalize it. If you need to arrange them out of the vase, secure with a rubber band or floral tape. 

Place your bouquet in the right spot. Find a cool, draft-free area away from direct sunlight, heating vents, and other heat sources. 

Change the water regularly and re-trim the stems. Replace the water every 2-3 days. Each time clean the vase and replenish the floral food. If needed, make your own mixture with a teaspoon of sugar, a few drops of bleach, and a teaspoon of lemon or lime juice. Re-trim the stems slightly to ensure they continue to absorb water effectively and trim foliage, if needed.

Enjoy your flowers!

As needed, remove flowers that are done blooming. 

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