“Come on. It’s a beautiful blue day. Let’s have a picnic.”
“No I’m too busy. Let’s go tomorrow. I’ll enjoy myself then.”
Grey skies with unrelenting rain met them the next day. “Should’ve gone on that picnic yesterday love.”
“We’ll go as soon as it’s fine.”
Three days passed and there was still no sign of it abating.
Jack woke early the next day. A beautiful blue day. He prepared the picnic basket before taking in a cup of tea to Joan.
“Cuppa Joan” She stared back at him with unseeing eyes.
“Blue skies won’t wait for you.”
This is in response to Charli’s prompt: September 24, 2014 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) include a story where “blue skies won’t wait for you.” What is your character waiting for? Is it too late or does the impulse come in time? Maybe blue skies are a calling. Try not to think to deeply, and do a quick free-write. Invite your unconscious mind to the page and see what it makes of the phrase.