Cold House

Even though the furnace is cycling on and off to keep the thermostat reading 68 degrees, she walks around the house in bare feet wearing shorts and a tank top. The house still holds the summer sun and feels warm in spite of the outside temperature. She knows that later, when the cold has found its way into the earth, the slab, and the walls, the house will be cold in spite of the 68 degrees on the thermostat. Then she’ll need thick socks and sweaters as the bones of the house try to steal her heat.

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “cold house.”

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

3 thoughts on “Cold House”

  1. I knew the house would be cold as I approached it with my teeth gritted in anger.
    It was thirteen degrees outside as I spent the day working my dead end job. The heater in my truck sucks. My mood was dark.
    The thermostat is enemy to my wallet and I resent that. Warmth is a basic human need, it is life. But when the wallet is thin then so is the comfort.
    I settled into the recliner with layers, a blanket and brown liquid heat in a glass.
    And wondered where the logic was, the justice; wondered how much more dignity was left to sacrifice.

  2. Early morning, first frost, 25 on deck by the woods.
    Heat on 68 and cottage feels fine.
    I kind of like it.
    Worked nonstop outside all Spring and Summer and now
    time for inside chores.
    Time to read and maybe just sit and be quiet as I look
    out the window at the bird feeders….

  3. A life-long Texan would put nostalgia about a cold house at the bottom of the list of “favorite wistful images”. A life-long Texan waits all year, every year, for that first day when it might stay cold enough to keep a fire lit. That perfect day when it’s cold and heavy with grey clouds or cold and sunny with nothing but about a thousand miles of clear blue atmosphere up above. That day, that perfect cold day, everyone in the house demands the fire for warmth and not for the novelty of it like on Christmas when a fire is lit more for tradition than for warmth. Meaning, the back door and windows are kept open in an attempt to keep the house from becoming a yule tide sauna.

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