As Soon As Possible: Fiction Friday

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

Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

As Soon As Possible

Ah, true love: snuggling by the fire, cozy coffee mornings, decorating the Christmas tree while snowflakes fell softly. That’s what Shirley thought she signed on for.

Her first winter on the farm exposed the frailness of her white wonderland fantasies. But it was Steve’s home and where he was, she wanted to be.

Except Steve wasn’t here anymore. He up and died during that storm, leaving her trying to survive, alone, in this hostile environment.

One thing Shirley knew for sure: if this storm didn’t kill her as well, she and the ponies were heading south as soon as possible.

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This is my 125th Friday Fictioneer story. To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.

Falling Leaves

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Falling Leaves

The forest isn’t silent, not really
Falling leaves twist in the wind
Crinkling as they descend
Their echoes bouncing from branch to branch
In a secret language of changing seasons, color

The pine needle floor fades my footfalls to
A whisper of a memory as the path behind disappears
In the diminishing sunlight

I understand how one gets lost in the forest
I know why one so chooses