The Cold Snap


The bright yellow wood poppies were looking as happy as usual, but a cold breeze shuddered through the garden, and the sky glowered, as it had for days now. Blowing on his paws and stamping his feet to stay warm, Old Possum pulled the ancient phonograph out of the closet in his drafty front hall and carried it into the living room, setting it carefully on a side table within reach of the comfy chair he had pushed closer to the fireplace.


The dreary weather called for Beethoven, of course; or perhaps Bach. Possum couldn’t decide, so he grabbed several delicate old records out of the box in the closet, figuring he would play them all, one after the other, while he drank his tea and reveled in the haunting strains of cellos and pianos and violins, all of which paired perfectly with the gray day.


(April 2023)


Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr
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