Well, folks, my life was just made a lot easier by the fact that only 9 people entered. I didn’t have to pick my favorites –and that would have been hard! I’ve reposted them all here to share a little sunny flash with everyone and brighten up their Saturdays.
Thanks again to Jennifer Eaton for the great idea!
You can click on any of the names below to visit the entrants’ blogs. Please do, in fact. They’re quite sunny.
It took a lot of convincing to get her to come all this way to Cabo San Lucas with us. But as we watch her dine on the terrace overlooking the pristine beach, awash in sunshine with undulating waves racing merrily to shore, we knew it was well worth the effort. Already she looks less tense. There is laughter in her eyes again. She has developed some color just from lying by the pool in the afternoon.
She needed to leave it all behind, albeit for a week. Working on the documents, packing away his things, any and all traces of their life together, the creditors, the lawyers. Surely, they can all wait.
Valerie lifted her face to the warm sunshine and took a long breath. She smiled as Reuben reached over and covered her hand with his own. She had worried about possible sea sickness, but the cruise ship seemed as steady as her own front porch. To think she had been considering divorce just 6 short months ago. When Joshua, their youngest, left for college, she had become unbearably lonely. Her husband was seldom home and never seemed to have time for her. She had been sure he was having an affair with his store manager, a young, pretty, single mother.
A cavern of sorts. Off to the left was a scree of old fruit jars cascading from the break in the ceiling. A beam of sunlight cracked through the forest floor above and sent gold flecks of dust to bury the memories. Joe chuckled. “Looks as if we found an ol’ distillery’s bottle return.” Bob added, “And it looks like the kids have found out about the chillin’ properties of natural springs.” Bob angled for a 6-pack midstream. Stepping into sunshine, a sound belched out of the natural echo-chamber. Made grown men’s skin crawl into goose flesh.
The sand formed a gleaming, golden carpet, frayed at the edges by the lapping waves of the ocean. Gulls hung on the air, silent, white tick marks on a blanket of blue.
Francine sighed and dropped the teasing postcard to the floor, returning her attention to the view outside.
Rain hammered the conservatory windows with a dreary monotony that made the light hearted message from her daughter all the more smug. When would England finally get some sunshine?!
He pushed the rusted screen door open and stepped out of the porch into the bright morning sunshine. Hand shading his eyes he looked down the lane, saw her walking slowly up to the house.
Barefoot, shoes dangling in one hand, bottle hooked tight in the other. Her dress flapped and fluttered, wind lifted it, exposed the fresh red welts on white thighs. She stumbled every few steps.
He started to head out towards her, to take hold, to make her safe. But stopped himself.
She saw. Her chin lifted, raw, split lips parted, sun reflected off her serpentine smile.
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“I know when you’re going to die,” he said, glancing up at her. “Saw it last night, in my dream.”
Katy looked at her nine-year-old nephew. Caught in the afternoon sunshine, his eyes were too clear, too bright for the solemn nature of his words.
“That’s awful, Peter. Was it a scary dream?”
He shook his head. “No details, but it’ll happen soon. Very soon.”
“Why are you telling me?”
“So you’ll be ready,” he replied, shrugging. His pink mouth held a half smile.
“Well, thanks for the tip.” Katy sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. “You weirdo.”
The early morning sunshine flickered across Dad’s face, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. His eyes were fixed on the salt shaker, looking but not seeing. He took a long, strident slurp from his mug. Ellie, as she watched him, was reminded of a story she had read years before about a clarinetist who could sustain a note indefinitely by being able to exhale through her mouth while inhaling through her nose. Ellie wondered if her father shared this gift, when he disappointed her by pausing to swallow and sigh.
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy. Sunshine in my eyes makes me seriously pissed off. If this stupid photo shoot wasn’t over soon, I was literally going to die. My cell had been off for like 20 minutes. A whole generation of gossip will be dead and gone by the time I catch up. Mom had totally screwed me over by getting all famous and stuff with her teen lit book, Urgent Kisses. The only thing that book made we want to do urgently was throw up. Making out was pretty much ruined forever.
We anchor ourselves together brace against the wind swim the sunshine to the secret place that grows the wildest, whitest, fawn lilies.
Down the hill, a narrow path, between blistered, granite cliffs, the thick scent of the sea in an undulating landscape of trees and mosses.
The lilies fade to eye-shut tight white
In my left hand a scepter of wild blooms. In my right hand a message from the wind:
Bow down, bow down, bow down to the breeze.
I breathe the sea, I cast myself into my senses. The bouquet is complete. A merry melody in my hand.
Congrats to all of you. Consider yourself hereby awarded with the Sunshine Award. Go forth and tag others, as I have tagged you.