vignettes

[marycatelli]

This week's prompt is:
spring

Anyone can join, with a 50-word creative fiction vignette in the comments. Your vignette does not have to include the prompt term.

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[marycatelli]

"Nothing you won't be thoroughly tired of reading by spring," said Isabelle, her voice lightly amused.
Ava blushed. "Still. I want to read."
Isabelle lifted an eyebrow, but did not comment on how Nigel influenced her. "History would be good."
"Is there much?"
"I will recommend some volumes this morning."

[marycatelli]

As soon as this was done. She looked at the vessel again. Not yet full. She would never dare complain to any pupil about it, but there were indeed times when you wondered why it made such a difference, why you could not go to a spring and fill it.

[marycatelli]

"As if that were a problem!" said the Dwarf of Iris Pond. "They are ensuring a fine crop of princes. A choice array." She waved her hand at the fairy. "She prudently put no time in the curse. Rosaleen can sleep a hundred years and a day, for their great-great-grandsons."

[marycatelli]

Her thoughts wandered like lazy butterflies on this warm breeze. If only the fountains were fed by a spring, but the magic only re-fed the fallen water back into the fountain, sun-warmth and all. A drop of spring-cold water could not be found the length and breadth of this garden.

[marycatelli]

The mountains glowered beneath the leaden clouds. White spread everywhere. He could not even see a hint of green where evergreens broke it, or a scrap of gray or brown where a cliff face stood.
As if spring would never come.
Let that warn him against despair.
He flew off.

[starshipcat.livejournal.com]

The coming of spring wasn't as obvious here in the lands behind the Redwood Curtain. The patterns of rainfall changed, and if you knew how to look, you'd see new growth in the mighty redwoods' crowns high above your head. Send a drone up and your GoPro camera could even catch a glimpse of tiny new cones developing among their needles.

But it was nothing like changing seasons for the Iowa farmland of Elaine's childhood. She still remembered walking out to do her morning chores and breathing in the scent of soil newly thawed after the melting of the winter's snows. If the wind was right, she could even smell the hog farm a couple of sections over, as the confinement buildings were unbuttoned for better cooling. The town kids on the school bus always complained about the stink, but her dad always called it the smell of money.

[marycatelli]

Ah, the differences. . . .

[starshipcat.livejournal.com]

As Shelly navigated past the scattered blocks, big as the ones Gus and Stu had flown over to make the original lunar landing, she was glad the rover had good springs. Even the navigable lunar regolith between those giant boulders was far rougher than the lunar surface around the American moonbase.

On the other hand, that site had been chosen specifically for its smoothness, not its accessibility to the Soviet moonbase. Unsurprising when one considered that the latter hadn't been built yet. Even the original Soviet moonbase hadn't been built when NASA set down those first few modules that had become the core of America's permanent presence upon another world.

[marycatelli]

Useful things, springs!