Thanks to the Daily Prompt: Changing colors, dropping temperatures, pumpkin spice lattes: do these mainstays of Fall fill your heart with warmth — or with dread?

As she walked with her scalding chai latte in hand, Angelica thought about times past. Her fondest memories of him were always accompanied by the fall season. He was always in his best moods then.

As soon as the temperature would drop, he would wrap her up in scarves and jackets, take her hand and lead her to the park. There, he’d find the biggest pile of leaves possible, and through one trick or another, he’d push her in. She would yell and yell at him. Though, eventually, she would start laughing and smiling. At that point he would kiss her sweetly, laying in a pile of fallen leaves.

Angelica smiled, reminiscing on the sweet memory of their happier days. They had been easier than, he wasn’t as sick, or as cynical about his life and existence.

Her feet walked the familiar path, and carried Angelica where she needed to go without her even noticing. Taking a sip of her chai latte, she opened the gates with her other hand. The metal creaked loudly as she entered. She found his spot quickly, having been there before.

Slowly, and quietly, she reached into her bag and pulled out a wreath made of fall leaves in all different colors.

Gingerly, she laid it on his grave.


Digging for Words

The Daily Prompt: 500 years from now, an archaeologist accidentally stumbles on the ruins of your home, long buried underground. What will she learn about early-21st-century humans by going through (what remains of) your stuff?

He was digging for what seemed like ages when Jasper stumbled upon the ruins of an old home. He and his team quickly went to work, trying to uncover all that they could of this wondrous miracle.

Not much was left of the house. It’s foundations had been pretty well preserved, thanks to forces yet unknown. The team kept digging, hoping they would uncover something previously unknown to them.

Jasper was slowly brushing away at the dirt, and starting to feel as if nothing would come of this dig. Though he really wished something would. Many archaeologists had found foundations of old homes, but nothing came of them. Nothing else could be recovered. Suddenly, one of his team members yelled for him.

“Jasper! JASPER! I’ve found something!!” His tone was gleeful, and his smile stretched from ear to ear.

“What?? What is it?” Jasper asked incredulously, trying not to get his hopes up.

“I—I’m not sure,’’ said his assistant. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Bending over the unfamiliar rectangular object, he carefully began to shift the dirt away with his brush. Slowly, the object began to come into view. It became more focused and Jasper could see that the object was not perfectly rectangular, but the corners were slightly rounded. He continued brushing aside dirt and grime. He could now infer a few things about this rectangular object: 1) it had round edges 2) it was an inch thick 3) the cover of the object seemed to be a grayish blue color. All at once, Jasper’s eyes widened for he realized what this find could—most likely—be. The object resembled something from his early studies. It was something that no one had seen in the last 300 years! The entire archaeological community thought all had been destroyed. He could not believe his eyes.

“Everyone, we’ve found…a book.”