Write about: the craft project.
The snow has begun to melt, which is nice in the sense that mobility will soon be much easier. Less nice in the sense that the roads will be slushy messes until all of it is gone.
I'd honestly much rather drive on ice than slush. But hopefully it will soon be gone. Not to be replaced by new snow.
Oh, heads up: yearlong prompt begins this Sunday.
I place my overflowing shopping basket on the checkout counter of my local dollar store and begin unloading its contents for the cashier to scan. The lighter stuff is on top - feathers in all the colours of the rainbow, packages of stickers and googly eyes - and I know that if I don't work fast they'll end up in the bottom of the bag, crushed by the heavier items.
"Got a bit of a craft project going on then?" the cashier asks, not unkindly. I figure she's in her early fifties, could stand to eat less and exercise more, and is clearly too fond of her makeup collection. But she's setting my items aside, rather than immediately stuffing them into a bag, waiting to see what else I've got, so I like her immediately.
"You could say that," I say as I start extracting the tape and glue and scissors.
"Looks like it'll keep you busy for a while," she says as she continues to ring up my items. "Find everything you were looking for?"
"No, actually, I didn't." I'm doubtful she'll be able to help - I did check every aisle in the store very closely - but I'm pleased she asked. I pull the list out of my back pocket and examine my handwriting. "Let's see... right. Do you carry any live animals?"
"Uh, no," she says, her hands beginning to move more slowly.
"What about bits of formerly living animals?" I ask. "You know, frog legs and toad eyes and that sort of thing?"
"No, ma'am, I'm quite certain we do not." She's stopped now and I begin to worry I've said something wrong. "Which kind of craft did you say you were making again?"
"Yes, exactly," I say with a smile, relieved to discover she's not only not upset but also understanding. "It is a witch kind of craft!"