I wrote a story about blowing into fans because everyone blows into fans to hear her voice echo. Finished story. Tesfa, unprompted, ran up to our fan and yelled into it.
Listen to me she shouted.
I sound funny!
Expand your horizons by reading a new book.
So says my fortune from the buffet Chinese place we went to in Fredericton. Well, I read plenty of books. My horizons should stretch out now in all directions as far as the eyes can see, not blocked by the dairy farm and the fir trees in the line of my vision outside my house.
Writing a story about summer as the end of the snow melts and the lake from melted snow in our yard recedes. But after the last winter, I’m not convinced that summer any longer exists. It’s a dream. Warmth and sun.
Fixed the screen door anyway, just in case.