{"id":1820,"date":"2012-12-17T03:54:14","date_gmt":"2012-12-17T03:54:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/?p=1820"},"modified":"2017-10-23T23:04:38","modified_gmt":"2017-10-23T23:04:38","slug":"weathervane-by-christina-isler","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/weathervane-by-christina-isler\/","title":{"rendered":"Weathervane by Christina Isler"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"houseforsale2\"<\/h1>\n

Weathervane<\/h1>\n

by Christina Isler<\/p>\n

\u201cHoney, the package arrived!\u201d I called to my husband. There was no pause in the typing coming from his study. Irritated, I turned my attention to the package before me.<\/p>\n

Turning back the four rectangles of cardboard, I peered inside. Lifting it out, the light played along the polished copper, each detail dazzling me. The winged horse,<\/p>\n

Pegasus, appeared to be in flight, mighty wings lifted, powerful legs galloping.<\/p>\n

I’d never had a weathervane before. As a girl, I’d loved horses and unicorns, but I still wasn’t sure why this weathervane had jumped out at me weeks earlier while<\/p>\n

looking through a catalogue. Surrendering to the impulse, I had ordered the weathervane.<\/p>\n

Looking at it now, a sadness filled me. I shook my head at my foolishness, wondering what on earth I was going to do with it. I couldn’t get it on the roof myself, and\u00a0obviously my husband wouldn’t be moved to do it for me.<\/p>\n

Why did one need a weathervane, anyway? Did it really matter what way the wind blew? And if the wind’s direction changed, then what? There was some saying, something about the winds of change.<\/i> What did that mean?<\/p>\n

Change. Change was a good thing, they said. It had been a long time since there had been any change in my life. A bored housewife, a lonely house, an absent husband.<\/p>\n

Now a weathervane, with no wind to turn it.<\/p>\n

Looking down at the Pegasus, I decided to make my own wind, my own change. I set it down gently in the box and stood up resolutely. I strode to my husband’s study\u00a0and knocked smartly on the door jam before entering the room.<\/p>\n

\u201cHoney, we need to talk.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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