From the deck the girls watched, awed, as the celestial ballet of light danced across the sky.
“Close your mouths,” Father warned, placing a hand over their faces in turn. “So the spirits don’t get in.”
They understood and nodded solemnly, placing sticky fists on sunburnt lips.
As adults, they had holiday dinners at the older sister’s house, laughing at the silly superstitions passed on by their parents, both gone now. They rolled their eyes and shook their heads as they spoke about old convictions. Their own kids played in the backyard now.
Getting another frozen chicken from the deep freezer in the basement, the younger sister saw the beads glistening under frost. The willow hoop of a dreamcatcher stuck frozen to a box of meat patties.
“After you’ve had a good dream,” she heard her father whisper, “a frozen web will turn it true.”
For this story I used two prompts randomly selected from the list: “dreamcatcher” and “deep freezer.” I considered writing without prompts today, but I really enjoyed the extra challenge of trying to work something specific into a story. I’m also enjoying how those things inform ideas I already have. It’s a really interesting process.
This piece involved children again, and growing up (themes I tend to be occupied with in my other writing as well). I don’t wonder why this is, as I have always been drawn to the coming-of-age story formation. And with the relationship between children and adults, or the relationship with children and themselves as they become adults. I find it comforting, in a way.
I also find that in trying to keep my word count low, I naturally use a lot of commas and complex sentence structures. I had to make a very deliberate effort to change some.