Paradise: Fiction Friday

Posted on April 24, 2015 by treshabarger

Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Paradise

“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.
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Grey Mist

Posted on April 16, 2015 by treshabarger

Grey Mist

Grey mist greets the dawn
Removing yesterday’s dust
Leaves unfurl, ready

Weather Up There

Posted on March 19, 2015 by treshabarger

I chanced upon this Northern Cardinal singing yesterday morning. The rain had just stopped, the clouds turned white and the sky showed a little blue. Due to the sun’s position, the tree’s position and the bird’s position, I ended up at an odd angle to photograph him. I was just glad he didn’t fly away.