Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Fourth May Blog. 18-5-15

Starting this blog with another of my story snippets. It has no title, as yet, if at all.

“When is it going to stop?”
“When is what dear?”
“This wind. I hate the wind. Especially at this time of year”
Martha glanced out as she passed by the kitchen window. Yes, it was still blowing out there, but at least the sun was shining. That had to be a good thing, right? Warmer, at the very least.
“Does it always blow this hard and for this long? I mean, when will summer actually start in these parts? Chilly! I get frozen to my marrow, so high up.” Sandra pulled out a chair and sat at the table. Her mother poured a cup of coffee and set it down in front of her daughter.
‘My dear, have you forgotten so soon? Three years ago, you said you…