{"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":"<h1 align=\"CENTER\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter  wp-image-1347\" alt=\"houseforsale2\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/11\/houseforsale2-1024x527.png?resize=360%2C185\" width=\"360\" height=\"185\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/11\/houseforsale2.png?resize=1024%2C527&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/11\/houseforsale2.png?resize=300%2C154&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/11\/houseforsale2.png?w=1229&amp;ssl=1 1229w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 360px) 100vw, 360px\" \/><\/h1>\n<h1 align=\"CENTER\">Weathervane<\/h1>\n<p align=\"CENTER\">by Christina Isler<\/p>\n<p>\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<p>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<p>Pegasus, appeared to be in flight, mighty wings lifted, powerful legs galloping.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;d never had a weathervane before. As a girl, I&#8217;d loved horses and unicorns, but I still wasn&#8217;t sure why this weathervane had jumped out at me weeks earlier while<\/p>\n<p>looking through a catalogue. Surrendering to the impulse, I had ordered the weathervane.<\/p>\n<p>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&#8217;t get it on the roof myself, and\u00a0obviously my husband wouldn&#8217;t be moved to do it for me.<\/p>\n<p>Why did one need a weathervane, anyway? Did it really matter what way the wind blew? And if the wind&#8217;s direction changed, then what? There was some saying, something about <i>the winds of change.<\/i> What did that mean?<\/p>\n<p>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<p>Now a weathervane, with no wind to turn it.<\/p>\n<p>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&#8217;s study\u00a0and knocked smartly on the door jam before entering the room.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHoney, we need to talk.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Weathervane by Christina Isler \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. 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Lifting it out, the light played along the polished copper, each&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_bbp_topic_count":0,"_bbp_reply_count":0,"_bbp_total_topic_count":0,"_bbp_total_reply_count":0,"_bbp_voice_count":0,"_bbp_anonymous_reply_count":0,"_bbp_topic_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_reply_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_forum_subforum_count":0,"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[86],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1820","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-featured"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1820","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1820"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1820\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3580,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1820\/revisions\/3580"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1820"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1820"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/shortstories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1820"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}