This week, our little town had a record-setting snowfall. In just over 24 hours, 56cm – 1.8 feet – of snow fell. I’m not sure if they counted the snow that fell before midnight Sunday night, because it had started around 9:30 or so.
It didn’t stop until sometime in the early hours of Tuesday morning.

Another week, another weird writer’s prompt. They’re starting to get a little more involved, so I hope you’re up for the challenge.

I’m late this week. Not by much I suppose, and at least you’re not going to get a double posting tomorrow when it comes time for the prompt. And this time I have what I think is an excellent excuse.
Wisdom tooth extraction. Lower jaw.

Can you write a love story, short and sweet, about the characters’ week since they met on Valentine’s Day? Do you need more time – do they?

Between bouts of severe facial pain and whinging about better dental plans and the rare moments when the wisdom tooth is actually handing over some gold, I’ve been working.
A lot.
I have the greatest job ever!