Friday, November 4, 2011

Father Winter

This is for a photo prompt for the 100-words Flash #FridayFictioneers. If you would like to join us, come to http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/.


Father Winter

It was to last a few scant days, but the days turned into months.

The sun had deserted us, left us to the mercy of the storm. Father Winter continued
to scream down our chimney, rattle our windows, tear at our rooftop, and coat trees 
and crops in thick icy armor.

Billy had tried to make it into town today, but the horse became lame.
Our food source is low, only three taters in our bin.

Dust in our cupboards. An ache in our bellies.

Tomorrow we shall dine on our horse.

8 comments:

  1. Your story fits the photo beautifully. And what a powerful, sad ending. One that made me gasp. Good job!

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  2. I can see projecting this story into the icy road. I'd kind of hoped they were leaving this region, though, if Father Winter were being so cruel. If the horse is on the menu, I presume that's no longer an option.

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  3. Hors(e) d'oeuvres for the main course, followed by a baked spud for desert. The wolf truly is scratching at the door. Hard times paint a sad picture. Nice use of the prompt.

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  4. So poignant and resigned. Well done, Mahjira. Remind me not to move there! :)

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  5. A great portrayal of a really hard decision to eat the family horse but one that sounds realistic. Great job!

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  6. Oh! I felt the terror of the storm and the ache of hunger. Your words truly moved me.

    Nice job, Mahjira!

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  7. Felt a little "Donner Party" there - very bleak. Good job, and thanks for sharing!

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    Karen

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  8. Something I picked up on...a weather forecast put me in a "current" timeframe but by the end of the story, I was in the past. Just an FYI.

    Like everyone else, I enjoyed the tone of acceptance and resignation,

    Robin

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