I just came back from Armand’s in Little Italy. It’s a gray, depressing day. I sat at the bar near the window and drank my beer and shot the breeze with the bartender and a regular and watched Drew Carey host the Price Is Right on television and looked out on a bleak Liberty Avenue.
It must have been only 50 degrees outside.
It’s funny how weather can affect you. Of course, a writer should always be aware of the weather, if there is any weather, in his or her flash fiction. Sometimes the weather will be just the weather; but sometimes the weather is more than just weather.
Sometimes the weather is an emotional signifier. Sometimes the weather sets up everything that happens in the story or it can hint or reveal to the reader how to interpret the end of the story. That is if the writer knows what he or she is doing…
Tomorrow it will be sunny and warmer in Pittsburgh.