Flash Fiction: Frozen (100)


Image Prompt Supplied by Madison Woods for the 100-Word Flash

This is where I live.

It is cold.

And ancient now.


Sometimes my eyelashes freeze and I pinch my fingers round them when I am back inside with my gloves off.


But me? I don’t miss wet dew or soft grass that crushes and never breaks underfoot.

I don’t miss leafy trees or blooming shrubs.

I miss only the gently drifting snow, the sharp sun of new morning.


A snowing cold is not so lonely. Even pale sun, it needn’t be bright…but this frozen monotony, this always-frost, this gray…

I am just tired. I am tired and going to sleep.


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12 responses »

    • Yeah, I think it’s not something that would work every time. But I was going for that poetic/lyrical feel and so I do think the spacing helped. Thanks for reading and for the comment — I’m glad you felt like it worked!

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