She dressed and quietly wriggled into her coat to keep from rousing Hover out of his power down mode. She stepped out on the porch with the feeling she had plenty of restless energy to walk off. The screen door slammed behind her, making the only noise in the morning stillness. The birds were even too cold to cheep. Her breath floated in tiny clouds in front of her face as she walked carefully down the frosted steps. She looked around, thinking about how she was stuck out here in the middle of no where. She had placed herself in a self imposed exile away from everyone she knew because of a rotten man. Snapshots of Steven and her before he left her flipped through her mind like the pages of an old photo album. At the time, she thought they were a happy couple and look how that turned out. Clearly, she wasn't a good judge of men in past years and probably not now or in the future. Her uneasy mind went to the wonderful evening she'd just had with Bud. He was as different from Steven as night and day.
What do You think about Christmas With Hover Hill?
