I don’t like the wind. Other areas have bad weather like
blizzards or below zero temperatures, but here in the Arizona desert, we have wind.
Harsh, biting, gusting, unrelenting wind.
Wind trashes my yard and swimming pool.
Wind yanks the car door out of my hand and I dent the car
door next to me.
Wind snatches papers out of my hand and makes me look
ridiculous as I chase them while the wind keeps blowing them down the street.
Wind ruins my hairstyle.
Wind blows trashcans and other debris into the road.
I hate wind.
In the book, A Witch’s
Guide to Faery Folk, the ones associated with wind/air are particularly
nasty. One example is the Spriggans of England and Cornwall, where they are
believed to be bodyguards for the Unseelie Court. They are described as
“dangerously malevolent.” They can command destructive winds at their will.
Contact is not advised. Hmm, I wonder if these little demons often travel to
Arizona.
My least favorite days are the windy ones. You learn really
fast here in the desert not to leave anything outside that might blow away. And
that’s usually after something blows away, something big that you couldn’t
possibly imagine losing in a wind gust not produced by a tornado. Wind is
tricky that way. Stay away, you wind spirits. Find someone else to torment.
Did I mention I hate wind?
Kelley Heckart, Historical fantasy romance author
Captivating...Sensual...Otherworldly
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