Outside the window, you see something you can’t believe – 15 minute freewrite prompt

You look out the window and can’t believe your eyes. Is it really happening? The sun? The sun is shining?

You want to burst out the door and throw yourself into the sun’s rays until you remember that the temperature is still cold. But what a shock to see it all the same, after all this time – early, it’s early. And it really shouldn’t be here.

The sun doesn’t lie, though. When it’s out, everyone knows it. Your neighbors are venturing out their front doors and into the light, holding their hands out, palms up, faces beaming at the giant orb above them. You want to join them, but you hold back, watching as more and more people gather in the street, marveling and wondering aloud how it came back. 

You don’t know how this happened.  You weren’t supposed to have sun for another six weeks under your agreement with the Heavenly Orbs department which ensures that all orbs (planets, primarily, but stars, too) rotate equally throughout the sky for every community. It’s been that way for generations, since the Masters first decoded the movement of the orbs and enlightened the heavens by re-coding planetary rotation and ensuring equal access to all.

But the sun is back too early. Have the Masters caused this? Was the sunshine quota lopsided? Are they attempting to level the playing field? The thought that maybe this wasn’t predetermined flits through your mind, but you calm yourself knowing that the Masters have been directing the Heavenly Orbs department for decades now with no problems.

From your doorway, you see the street growing full of bodies. A crowd is gathering at the Heavenly Orbs office. Despite some neighbors reveling in the sunshine, others are demanding answers and asking, perhaps, if this will affect their summer or spring allotment, when they have designated times to plant their crops.

You are not a farmer but a bookkeeper. Sighing, you wonder if this month’s simulation bill has been paid. Perhaps not. Perhaps the Masters are demonstrating their displeasure. It’s tempting to revel in the sunshine, but you know that heads will roll. Maybe even yours. You grab your sunglasses and head to the office.

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