I selected the Boone, NC photo of a wind chime for my image prompt this week. Below is the result of a 20-minute sprint and quick editing pass for grammar and spelling.
The wind chimes still made their soft tinkling noises as the wind blew through the little grass alleyway behind the apartment. Snow was piled on top of the thing, but it didn’t affect the sound of the copper pipes that hung down. It had been here when she moved in, probably forgotten by some past renter of the tiny little place with the barely functioning base-board heaters.
Angel turned away from the window, pulling the towel she used as a curtain back into place. She needed all the insulation she could get. She spent most of the winter curled up under fleece blankets or sipping hot chocolate. She’d taken to making a single cookie just as an excuse to use her oven, which was a far more effective heater than anything else in the apartment.
It was starting to get dark, which made her worry. Her little brother, Brian was supposed to have arrived an hour ago. She’d been looking forward to a weekend with him for months.