Short Story, Setting

Wha! 2nd update today. Here's a very short blip (300 words max) I just did for describing the setting out of a window. Enjoy! Perhaps:


Sarah had never moped this much in her life. But here she was, dressed in her small black concert tee and the whitest, tightest, ripped pants she had ever seen, yet she wasn't going to the concert. Her parents insisted she stayed home to babysit the precious angel of their's. So Sarah had set the angel in front of the tv with a baggie of grapes and a Disney Classics Marathon. The angel was singing now as Sara looked out the window to the typical small town street outside.

The people across the street had their Christmas lights up still, and half of a plastic reindeer that had survived the last ice storm. It looked pretty gruesome. She liked it. The house to the right of the reindeer people had white paint that was peeling. To the left of the reindeer family, the old man was mowing the yard, meticulously cutting every strand of grass. The street was newly paved, to her critical dismay. Her own yard was bare, well mowed, and had many sections of flowers that her father planted nearly year-round. 

Sarah then glanced in horror. She could see the living room reflection now that it had grown darker. She could see that her sister had stopped watching the tv and was slumped against the table, flailing her arms weakly at her sister. Her face was not the proper color. The girl was choking. She ran over to perform the Heimlich. Once, regroup, twice. To her joy, it worked, and her sister spat out the grape and started gasping and crying at the same time. Sarah picked her up and looked back at the window. The reflection had saved her angel's life. Simple things could always be extraordinary if seen in a different light.