Apollo Steele considered himself to be quite fortunate to be alive. He felt that the time of his birth and the place in which he lived could not have been more fitting. He simply loved every aspect of his life. Most recently, he had acquired an apartment with a simply stunning view of the city beyond its windows. Tonight, as he prepared to sit down at his desk to write, he stood there for just a moment to gaze out the window.
The snow was falling in giant flakes that lazily drifted toward the street below. Their side-to-side motion was mesmerizing - almost hypnotic. The city lights had a particularly warm glow about them this evening, and having just come in from the cold, the warm feeling that rushed down over his body, from head to toe, was a welcome sensation. Apollo pulled the wooden chair from his desk, his finger brushing a spot of dust from the back of the chair.
He loved this chair - given to him by his grandfather some years ago. It was the chair his grandfather used to sit in as a young man, writing his stories on rough paper in a leather-bound book with a fountain pen given to him by his father before him. Apollo sat and picked up his grandfather's fountain pen from his desk. The weight of it in his hand was very satisfying.
He opened his journal and placed the pen on the page. The ink began to flow, but the words just wouldn't come out today.
So he wrote:
Cold snow. Warm lights. Warm thoughts. What else could I ask for?
I’d like to invite you to write your own piece of flash fiction based on this image. Set a timer for 10 minutes and see what you can come up with. Share a link to your story in the comments.
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