Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
“Commune with nature,” they said. “See polar bears walk by,” they said. “Your very own cabin,” they said. “A veritable Arctic Circle paradise,” they said. She signed up, wanting to be away from everything and everyone.
No one had said anything about summer snow storms. She could barely see the next domed cabin.
She was grateful for the heating that worked, the fully-stocked kitchenette, and the electric blanket. In the bookcase, she found the complete works of Agatha Christie, PD James, and Ruth Rendell. Maybe paradise is white, cold, and isolated, she thought, reaching for Murder on the Orient Express.
It’s just a rumor,
Twig said to Twig, that trees grow
Only from the top.